「High up in the Saint Institute, within Duan Wushuang's room.」
Duan Wushuang, who had been meditating cross-legged, snapped her eyes open, her expression one of utter shock.
When she learned that Chen Yan had come to the Saint Institute just to find Lin Hao, she had not revealed herself.
But the personal appearance of a man like Chen Yan, who had rarely left the Chen estate for decades, was something Duan Wushuang had to take seriously.
So, she dispatched her Divine Soul.
Duan Wushuang's Divine Soul took the form of a strange little tree. It had already arrived at Lin Hao's courtyard before Chen Yan even got there.
From that moment on, Duan Wushuang observed every move Chen Yan and Lin Hao made.
She had been stunned to see Chen Yan about to kneel before Lin Hao. But what left her even more speechless was that Lin Hao actually dared to joke with the War God.
