"Yes, Great-Grandfather."
Jasmine responded with a tremble, then hastily but cautiously took small steps to leave.
Once she was far away, Jasmine gasped for air and used witchcraft to calm herself down.
Even after her heart rate and breathing stabilized, Jasmine still couldn't feel at ease.
She still had to deliver a message to those Mitchells.
And she had no idea what fate would befall her after delivering it.
With a heart full of unease, Jasmine arrived at the meeting place designated by those Mitchells.
Strangely enough, those Mitchells had already guessed that Great Sage Mitchell would not kill her for her somewhat presumptuous inquiries.
Where did this confidence come from?
Jasmine had her suspicions but dared not think too deeply about it.
Being a foolish pawn seemed more suitable for survival.
The more you know, the more trouble you have, the more danger you face.
"How did it go?"
