"You already know about the Spirit Stone?"
A simple sentence made Zhang Xinying's delicate body tremble violently.
However, Zhang Xinying soon forced herself to calm down and nodded:
"Hmm."
At this moment, Lin Yi glanced at the Werewolf Prophet Yidra beside Zhang Xinying, with a smug face. It was clear that Yidra must have told her about this.
It's also Lin Yi's fault for being careless.
He thought that without Dongfang Jing, there was no way Zhang Xinying and her group could know the function of the Spirit Stone.
Yet he overlooked Yidra, the all-knowing prophet.
When Lin Yi suddenly received a message from Zhang Xinying before, he already realized that Zhang Xinying might have known about the Spirit Stone.
Now, with Zhang Xinying's certain response, Lin Yi found himself standing there, momentarily unsure of how to respond.
Zhang Xinying turned her head to look at Lin Yi's side profile, slightly parted her lips, and asked:
"Do you care about my past?"
