With a gentle wave of his hand, a barrier crackling with pitch-black flames enveloped the whole room. Xiao Ji looked at Feng Yuan with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he was about to do.
Turning to Mo Ling, Feng Yuan said with a smile,
"Guess."
"Has something happened over in Great Li City?"
"They've noticed you? But from the looks of you now, it seems you've successfully disassociated yourself from both parties."
Mo Ling sized up Feng Yuan and said, during such times, Feng Yuan would only reveal habits similar to his past self. Just now at the mansion, Feng Yuan's habits had not been entirely the same as Feng Yuan's.
Nodding his head, Feng Yuan said proudly,
"How about that—impressive, isn't it?"
"Are they really not suspicious of you anymore?"
Mo Ling looked at Feng Yuan doubtfully, and as he sat in his chair, Feng Yuan casually picked up Pomiti, who was passing by, and said,
