Hearing the steward’s words, Shao Yumiao seemed somewhat despondent.
“Steward,” her voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness, making her appear particularly fragile, “Can I really not stay here?”
Steward: “…”
Being stared at by Shao Yumiao like this, the steward felt immense pressure.
The legendary Shura Sword was always cold and unyielding; when had it ever been so dim?
But…
The steward lowered his head, not daring to look at Shao Yumiao, nor did he dare to say a word.
Even though he didn’t say anything, the meaning behind his silence was already very clear.
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