"Young Master."
In Yang Wei's palace, a disciple entered the hall and bowed respectfully.
"What have you heard?" Yang Wei asked in a deep voice.
"I heard that Lord Feng said Miss Yang's Soul Bone is not as simple as we understand. He said it's extremely rare and precious, and if word gets out, it will bring a deadly disaster," the disciple reported respectfully.
"Rare and precious? Deadly disaster?" Yang Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
"Can he suppress the Soul Bone?" Yang Wei asked again.
"He said he would suppress it when the Soul Bone acts up, but I don't know if he can," the disciple shook his head and replied.
"Keep eavesdropping and let me know if you hear anything," Yang Wei waved his hand.
"Yes, Young Master!" The disciple respectfully exited the hall.
