"Huh, what does that mean?"

Qin Yi, hidden under his disguise, frowned slightly. Could it be that she recognized me?

But this demoness just ran off without saying a word. Couldn't she at least have a conversation?

Returning to room 802 on the 80th floor of the Gathering Virtue Tower, Miss Zhan was already seated on a meditation cushion, completely still like a statue.