Zhou Mei moved with an air of aloof grace as she swept through the air, her form gliding effortlessly toward the Successes' Platform.
Her demeanor was calm, almost as though nothing could ruffle her, yet her arrival seemed to carry a weight of expectation that only someone of her status could uphold.
Meanwhile, Xiao Ming, who had settled not long before, felt a sudden tension coiling in his chest.
His heart began to race, the beat growing louder, each thump accelerating with the force of a drum. He felt his composure falter as his nerves surged, his body betraying his calm façade.
"Where in the world is that little cat?" Xiao Ming muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing as he scanned the area for any sign of Xue Mao.
The familiar presence of his companion was nowhere to be seen.
As his eyes searched the crowd, a sudden realization struck him: Xue Mao must have ventured off for something important.