Chapter 1173
Wanda Wesley said, "It seems Mr. White didn’t fully transfer the usage rights to Chlo-Chlo."
Lydia Lowell was confused, "But, isn’t that a little weird, don’t you think?"
Wanda Wesley: "I’ve always found him pretty strange, just can’t put my finger on why."
The two sat down and placed the takeout fried chicken and other snacks on the stone table.
"I’ll send a ssage to Chlo-Chlo, see if she can co out."
"Already asked, she’s busy."
"Well, that’s too bad. She really likes all these." Lydia bit into a fried chicken leg.
Changing the subject, she asked, "Robert? He left?"
"Yes, he went to the airport in the morning."
Lydia Lowell wore a gossipy smile: "So did you guys make any significant progress during these few days?"
She raised her eyebrows.
Wanda Wesley countered with her own question: "Isn’t your injury healed yet?"
Touching her wound, Lydia Lowell shrugged, "It’s fine, just a superficial injury. It will get better in a while."
Thinking about this wound reminded her of the bag of dicine she found at her door that night, causing her to frown montarily.
"Aiyayai, stop diverting the topic. You didn’t answer my question." Lydia Lowell realized and snatched away Wanda’s chicken leg.
Wanda ate a piece of chicken instead, "Hmm ... It’s a secret."
She was holding the piece of chicken, her gaze a little bit distant.
At that mont, a call ca for Lydia.
She moved away to answer it and then returned to her seat.
Wanda asked, "Is it that senior again?"
"Yeah, it’s him."
"What are you thinking?"
"I need a bit more ti to consider." Lydia didn’t really feel like eating anymore.
Both of them had their own thoughts on their minds, and they ultimately failed to enjoy the many delicacies in front of them, leaving shortly after they sat down.
About twenty minutes after their departure, Chloe Collins changed her clothes and ca out of the Innovation Club.
Eight-01 was left behind in the club for other mbers to study, so it didn’t co out with her.
After walking for a while, she finally reached her destination, Court of Radiance.
She looked up at the building. It was her second ti visiting since school started.
The last visit had been for a courtesy call.
The air still carried the scent of lubricating oil, the further she walked into the building, the stronger it got.
Stepping into the central courtyard, she saw an old man squatting on the ground, fiddling with a flying device, his hands covered in oil.
"Master Willow."
The old man turned around and laughed, "Ah, you’re there sooner than I expected. Wait a mont, let wash my hands."
Chloe Collins nodded, and walked around nearby.
Beside them was a room filled with the old man’s various inventions. They ranged from the simple ones created in his boyhood years to the complex ones of the present.
She stooped over and stared at an artificial rose that looked no different from a regular one. Reading the instructions beneath it, she gently blew on the flower.
The next second, the rose, which had been in a budding state, instantly opened up its petals revealing a small screen that reflected her face along with an analysis of her facial features.
This device was called the "Mirror of Beauty," functioning similarly to the magic mirror in Snow White.
"Eleven, co here quickly; Uncle Willow has so snacks for you."
Coming out, Chloe saw the old man carrying out a whole bunch of snacks from a room.
"These are giant chicken legs. Your master frowns upon you eating them, but you can eat to your heart’s content here at Uncle Willow’s place, haha."
"Thank you, Master Willow."
They both sat down and began to nibble on their chicken legs freely.
Master Willow was once a disciple of Harville Temple. He was from the sa generation as her Master Songya. He had left the monastic life and co off the mountain but still visited them from ti to ti.
After a while, the old man asked, "I’ve heard about what happened. Would you like Master Willow to help guide you?"
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