"Understood," Yan Weiwei didn't understand the matters of investigating a case, but some people had that ability, a tiny trace of qi, yet there were those skilled enough to find clues and track down the murderer bit by bit.
"Junior Sister, don't speak of today's events to anyone, so as to avoid causing panic. There are some matters that are not yet confirmed and must not be disclosed," he advised.
"Rest assured, Senior Brother, I won't tell anyone else," she promised.
"Furthermore, except during competitions, never go out alone. The horrific events I mentioned are real, and it's especially dangerous for a female cultivator like yourself."
Ye Tian's words and concerned gaze made Yan Weiwei nod obediently, her docile appearance pleasing him greatly. Girls should be cute like her, not headache-inducing like the princess walking behind them.
The maid holding Long Feifeng fixed her gaze tightly on Yan Weiwei's back, their intimate conversation filling Long Feifeng with jealousy.
