After listening to Chiang Yu's words, everyone thought of An Yiqing's brilliant maneuvering when she toppled Long Zaitian, and couldn't help but feel relieved, saying no more.
After the meeting, An Yiqing left the Xuanqing Sect with the Thirteen Blood Generals.
"Miss, it's just a surveillance task. Why did you have to go personally?" In the car, An Zhifeng looked at An Yiqing in confusion, and asked.
An Yiqing, resting with her eyes closed, didn't open them, but a faint smile appeared on her face, "Some things I need to confirm for myself, only then can I give myself a warning."
An Zhifeng scratched the back of his head in confusion and turned to look at Zhang Yufeng, who was driving, feeling at a loss for words.
"Ah Feng, don't you understand what I'm saying?" An Yiqing suddenly opened her eyes, amused by An Zhifeng's completely puzzled expression.
An Zhifeng paused for a moment and then nodded dumbly.
"Xiao Feng, what about you?" An Yiqing asked Zhang Yufeng again.
