Feng Yueya flew over using Sword Flight, kicked open the door with one foot, but there wasn't a single person in the room.
"Could the message have been fake?" she wondered.
"It shouldn't be, let's just wait; he might have gone out." Yun Shangyuan sprawled lazily onto the only wide chair.
Feng Yueya, holding her sword, looked around the room.
The furnishings were simple: a bed, a chair, a table, with a teapot and a teacup on it.
Clearly a temporary residence.
She glanced at two books on the bed and walked over to pick them up.
The book covers were made of blue soft paper, with no title or signature.
What books were these?
Feng Yueya guessed curiously, could they be secret cultivation manuals?
She opened them delightfully, only to find that they were not any secret cultivation manuals.
They seemed to be picture books, the first page showed a man and a woman sitting on the bed, facing each other.
Turning to the second page, the man's hand was reaching towards the woman.