Ye Ming's expression soured at these words.
Unlike Jiang Lan, Li Daoyi, Ao Xu, and Qi Heng—all prominent members of the younger generation with impeccable backgrounds—Ye Ming was effectively a ghost. Was he truly from the Great Yan Kingdom? What power backed him? From whom had he learned his skills?
Even Ling Zhuyun probably didn't know the answers to these questions.
"Ye is a man of integrity. I've interacted with him many times, and there is no need to worry about his character. Qi Heng, if you doubt his character, you are free to go on your own. Why insist on traveling with us?"
Ling Zhuyun's expression remained unchanged as she spoke calmly.
But her tone grew sharp by the end, and her eyes locked onto Qi Heng.
She was reluctant to offend Jiang Lan, but she had no such reservations about the man before her, Qi Heng.
Qi Heng's expression shifted, but he ultimately just snorted and said no more. After all, he was still trying to court Ling Zhuyun.
