"...,"
Ye Meng's heart pounded for a moment.
It felt as if that sentence hid too much content.
But, the more it was times like these, as an undercover agent, the more one needed to remain calm.
One couldn't ask further questions.
Asking might arouse suspicion.
Nor could one say anything else, as it would divert Fang Che's train of thought elsewhere.
Since he was so troubled, he would certainly speak out on his own.
Because holding it in was too uncomfortable.
Fang Che sighed and said, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. Internal strife within the sect, the Vice Sect Hierarch wants to rebel, has overshadowed the Sect Hierarch, and now the situation is shrouded in mystery. No one can see the future direction clearly, what exactly will happen, is really... sigh!"
"I'm just a lowly member, with too weak strength, at the mercy of others; apart from praying, there's nothing I can do."
