Ye Qingtang sighed. If she could properly grasp the opportunity that the Temple of Shadows presented, of course that would be the best. But now…
She did not dare to grasp it. Just remaining undetected was a problem.
"I will take note of that," Ye Qingtang said.
"Miss Ye does not need to worry. Anytime you are troubled, I am always willing to lend a listening ear." Ling Yan's laughing voice rang out again.
Ye Qingtang wanted to say a few more words, but there was a sudden knocking on the door of her sleeping chambers. Ye Qingtang immediately turned off the voice transmission stone and opened the door.
An Undead was standing outside the door, holding an intricate gold-gilded black box. When it saw Ye Qingtang, it immediately bowed.
"Holy Lord, the Holy Son ordered me to bring all the Dharma artifacts to the Holy Lord."
Ye Qingtang took the box and nodded slightly.
