"Sigh…"
In a large tent, Meng Sipei sighed with both hands supporting her chin. Her face was full of worry.
Although a day had passed, Meng Sipei still felt like she was immersed in the miasma. It was as if she could see the figure that made her feel at ease whenever she turned around.
However, it was only a vague impression.
Just as he was sighing, the curtain of the tent was lifted. Wan Anqing walked in from the outside, followed by Hong Yaxuan, who looked back from time to time.
Meng Si, who heard the noise, quickly stood up and bowed."Grandmaster."
Wan Anqing nodded and sized up Meng Sipei."It seems like you're still feeling uneasy."
Meng Sipei lowered her head and said softly,""I've embarrassed myself in front of the sect master."
"Since the matter is over, we have to look forward."Wan Anqing sat down on a chair." How's the investigation today?"
