While Lan An was busily working, Qin Ruan turned her head, looking sternly at Lingfeng.
Her gaze was exceedingly cold and sharp, "What were you going to say to me back in West City?"
When Lingfeng suggested going into the alleyway, it was apparent she had something to say.
Unfortunately, before she could say it, they had run into the Huangjue Tree Demon, who was bent on robbing them.
Lingfeng's clear eyes flickered slightly, her voice plain, "I had something to say then, but now I don't."
Her flawless face remained calm, nothing seemed wrong.
If Lingfeng had any doubts about Qin Ruan's identity before, they vanished when she saw a hundred thousand envoys from the Netherworld come to protect her. Any questions weren't worth asking anymore.
Qin Ruan let out a cold laugh, "In the alley, you were the last to come to my aid. I won't thank you for it."
Pursing her lips, Lingfeng responded, "I did not intend to harm you."
"If you had, you wouldn't be standing here comfortably."
