Sweat, just like that, flowed down.
"Do you recognize it?"
The tone was so filled with certainty, it bore not even the slightest hint of inquiry.
Although Yu Ying had returned to Heavenly Power Peak to stay for a while, she never inquired about the situation of her junior male disciple when she saw him; she had absolute trust in Jiang Feng, confident in her own judgment.
As for Yu Ying, she was not the type to take the initiative either. If you asked her anything, she would respond readily, but unless you asked, she wouldn't utter a single word.
"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it, but it's a pity to waste the good intentions of that Little Saintess."
"I am guilty."
Finally, under immense pressure, someone chose to confess and seek leniency.
"No, that's not true. I do recognize it."
An old face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.
