"I'm not really a clever person; I've just thought a bit more about things than others."
Facing ShenLung Zi and Ye Hongying's gazes, Qi Xiu smiled faintly.
"Thinking so much, aren't you tired?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, ShenLung Zi smacked his lips twice. He seemed casual, but a subtle ripple of emotion passed through his eyes. "We do indeed have plans to return."
"The Fishing Man..."
Ye Hongying, standing nearby, opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by a wave of ShenLung Zi's hand.
"He's someone the Palace Master acknowledges. There's no harm in telling him. Besides, this kid isn't bad at all."
Hearing ShenLung Zi say this, Ye Hongying said no more.
