A gentle breeze blew past, stirring the Silver Bell at the end of Meng Qiewei's hair and making it ring with a crisp sound.
Only then did she speak. "If the Immortal Sect decides to target me, what will they do?"
Qing Dai thought for a moment. "Monitor you, Miss?"
"What's the use in monitoring me?" Meng Qiewei said with a faint smile.
"Then what will they do?"
"What do you think?"
Qing Dai froze, immediately recalling the worry she'd had from the very beginning.
'If the Miss were to be secretly killed, I'd have to return to my clan.'
'So, if the Immortal Sect wants to eliminate the threat, the best way is to send the Miss back. And of all the methods, killing is the fastest.'
She was a little shocked. "Would anyone dare?" she asked.
Meng Qiewei did not speak.
'Would anyone dare?'
'Of course, someone would.'
'But it definitely wouldn't be someone from the Immortal Sect.'
She wasn't worried, though. All she had to do was wait and see what they had planned.
