Bloody Smell

Zhao Shuning stared blankly at the purple soul pearl in her hand.

"Ning, son, what is it?"

Yan Ruyu hurriedly asked Zhao Shuning when he saw that she was no longer in a good mood.

Only now did Zhao Shuning come back to her senses. At this moment, she was extremely depressed in her heart.

"Master, my chest is so stuffy."

"It's fine, don't worry, I'll take a look for you."

After the summons, there was no sound from the door for a long time.

Yan Ruyu helped Zhao Shuning up and said, "I'll take care of everything. Ning'er, you don't have to be afraid."

For some things, even if Zhao Shuning was afraid, it would still come.

"Elder Xia?"

"Is it that Elder Xia from the Capital City Chang'an Sect?"

"Is she on good terms with Zhao Shuning? Why would they even attend her birthday banquet? "

"I don't know. Think about it, even the Grandmaster is here. If that elder is here, it would be understandable."