Steward Zhang thought internally, 'Oh State Preceptor, please think of something. Oh Head Grand Secretariat, you think of something too. Although everything is futile in the face of absolute power, if this situation isn't dealt with properly, everyone in the Qi Residence will be killed!'
Lu Yan sat there, unmoving. The white cat on his shoulder had at some point already jumped off.
It landed on the teapoy at the side and crouched down quietly.
No one noticed that the little white cat spat out nearly imperceptible gold thread from its mouth. Rather than gold thread, it was more like a gold light that was so fine it looked like flashing silk.
Immediately, a silhouette appeared on the roof of the side hall out of thin air.