When Xiao Yifeng uttered those words, far away in the Xiao mansion in Yanjing, Situ Yan, who was holding a teacup and drinking water, suddenly trembled. The teacup fell from her hands and shattered on the ground with a crack.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
The maid who had always been by Situ Yan's side hurriedly spoke up.
"It's nothing. I don't know why, but I feel a bit restless. I wonder if something has happened," Situ Yan said with a frown, her voice grave.
"What could possibly go wrong, madam? You might be overthinking it," the woman said.
"Leng Mian should have made his move by now, right?" Situ Yan's eyes flickered.
"Yes," the woman nodded.
"Could something have gone wrong on his end?" Situ Yan furrowed her brows.
"Madam, you're worrying too much. That young man, no matter how strong, is at most in the initial stage of the Gang Qi Realm. With Leng Mian's strength, he should be more than capable of dealing with him," the woman in her thirties confidently stated.
