"Second Uncle, bring these people away first." Qiao Mu sent a look at her uncle, and Qiao Zhongxing immediately understood. He nodded and instructed the workers to leave with the 20 or so carriages.
Qiaoqiao must have her own reason for dismissing these people. Qiao Zhongxing did not inquire into it.
"Ao Ye," Qiao Mu lightly called as she watched the carriages leave one after the other.
The youth in black appeared near her back like a shadow and cupped his hands in salute. "Little Lord."
Qiao Mu nodded. "Scan the surroundings with your mystic conscious, see if there's someone spying on us nearby."
This time, she was cautious. She knew her senses as a level three mystic cultivator were not as good as Ao Ye's. Otherwise, she would not have attracted people of the Ghost Faction last time.
