After she finished speaking, she frantically sent message after message on her mental panel @ing Xing Jinglei, pleading with him to cooperate and at least not blow their cover!
This was an unorthodox use of the panel's function, which required both parties to be within a close distance to privately chat with another senior member of the organization, similar to calling a mentor.
Xing Jinglei opened his mouth and his throat moved slightly, but he ultimately didn't make a sound.
He sighed and fell into silence.
Just as his companion had pointed out, the blood-soaked man looked like a fading hero, stirring a sense of bitterness in the hearts of many onlookers.
Lady of the Palace originally had a certain number of contribution points on the verge of escaping her lips, but she swallowed them back and offered a new amount that was twice as much as before. She looked around at the others—no one objected. In fact, some felt it was too little.
