"Zheng Xiang."
"Yes, Brother Fang?"
"Um… cultivate well."
To reveal his identity.
It was an absurd thought—a truly absurd one.
And Ye Tian Yun chose not to follow it.
Under normal circumstances, his identity and background would have awed anyone, but in the current situation, it was his biggest weakness.
And with all he had been through, trusting someone enough to tell him his biggest weakness was not easy for Ye Tian Yun.
'It's not about how much they trust; it's about how much I trust them.'
"I will take my leave." Zheng Xiang smiled and headed back to the main room.
As he left, a thought flashed in Ye Tian Yun's mind.
'I should get individual rooms for everyone. These people won't have privacy during cultivation in the current situation.'
Leaving his room, he called out a nearby guard and told the butler to prepare two more rooms for the guests and arrange maids and servants for that courtyard.
