There weren't many people in Qingfeng Hall, and Chuzheng didn't see many on her way there either. The vast and empty hall would have felt like a ghost temple if it weren't for the lingering aura of immortality.
Chuzheng pushed open the side door of the main hall and slipped in quietly.
Lingji was intently engraving a magic stone. Without Chuzheng making a sound, he stopped and softly called out, "Xiao Zheng?"
"How did you know I was here if you can't see?" The Good Person Card isn't fake, is it?
"Your body carries the scent of the Dark Element, which I can see," Lingji paused, then added, "It's very distinct." Distinct enough to recognize at a glance.
"I clearly concealed it." Chuzheng took a seat as she brushed off her clothes. "How can you see it?"
