But the Jiang Lan before her now gave her the distinct impression that he wanted to distance himself from her.
"Young Master Jiang, do you think I let Ye Ming go on purpose?"
Ling Zhuyun caught up to him and asked from his side.
Jiang Lan sounded a little surprised. "Saintess Zhu Yun, why the sudden question?"
"That Ye Ming was protected by people from the Blood Immortal Sect. It would never have been easy to capture him, so why would I think that?"
"Then, Young Master Jiang, why are you…"
Ling Zhuyun's red lips parted slightly. She had wanted to ask why he felt so cold and distant—overly polite, even—as if he couldn't wait to sever ties with her, but the words caught in her throat.
Besides, asking such a thing would feel strange and make people read too much into it.
Jiang Lan didn't seem to grasp her meaning. He simply smiled and said, "Saintess Zhu Yun, you're overthinking things. Why would I ever suspect you?"
