"So, what exactly is your role within the sect?" Ace asked as they strolled down the street, his tone casual.
Zhao Yun walked with her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes lighting up every time they passed a food stall.
The aroma of grilled meat and sweet buns seemed to lift her spirits by the second.
"Uh, well… I'm one of the core disciples, so I do a lot," she said, half-distracted, already peeking at a vendor's tray of skewered snacks.
"And what exactly is a lot?" Ace raised an eyebrow. "You always seemed to have plenty of free time—especially when you were stuck babysitting Shan Yifeng."
"Ahaha… well, that was part of the job," she laughed nervously. "You gave us ten spirit pigs a week, remember? So they sent me to 'foster a relationship' with you. You know… good diplomacy and all that."
"Fair enough," Ace said, letting the topic slide as he kept walking.
But then Zhao Yun tilted her head and glanced at him.
