She was worried that she might get herself into trouble had she told them the truth.
Di Fuyi was speechless.
The way he looked at her was strange, "You really can’t see anything?"
"She definitely can’t see it; she is not the heaven's gift disciple. However, how could you see all the mists? You possess a gold spiritual power, and you should be able to see the same thing as I can, which is the yellow mist…" Yun Qingluo felt relieved and asked another question in her mind, "Did my father lie to me?"
Di Fuyi took a glance at her, "Do you think you’re qualified to compete with me?"
Yun Qingluo was shocked and realized she had said something disrespectful, "I… I’m really sorry, I didn't mean it."
Di Fuyi raised his hand to hint to her to be silent. He then said, "I only invited you to be the witness to prove that I sent her to the third peak. The rest has nothing to do with you."
"Yes, understood." Yun Qingluo went silent.
