Fang Hong suddenly gasped.
He seemed to have lost the ability to think as he stared at the somewhat sly noble girl who knew how to make use of her advantages. If she had guessed that he was a stowaway, it might have been said that the officials leaked the message—but the latter case, that was clearly a secret only he and Miss Tata knew.
Fortunately, she only thought she had obtained an ancient Artificial Dragon Soul, not a Zero-Type Holy Crystal. Otherwise, Fang Hong would have really thought she was also in the Holy Sanctuary without him noticing her, but even so, he began to feel slightly uneasy, vaguely sensing that his privacy had been peeped into.
"Mr. Ade used the power of that Dragon Soul to manipulate Meimei, right?" Hilveld came over, tiptoeing, and whispered to him, "Don't worry, I'll keep quiet about it."
Her voice was light and soft, her breath tickling Fang Hong's earlobe, making his heartbeat seem to skip a beat: "Hi, Miss Hilveld...?"
