Ding Hui turned back, looking at Fang Yu, her eyes full of hope and excitement.
"Spirit? A spirit? He has captured a wild [Spirit]? Good, good, good!"
Ding Hui's eyes darted around.
"Then we need to think carefully about how to make Daoist Qingling's psychological defenses crumble faster, placing all hopes on you."
The way she looks, it's clear she's up to something.
Thankfully, Ding Hui's strength is mediocre, and she's always been one of our own; otherwise, Fang Yu wouldn't dare think about how troublesome it would be to stand against her.
Just as they were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
"Brother Diao! The Hai Family Patriarch has come to visit in person! He's waiting for you in the main hall now!"
That was clearly the voice of Qing Anshun.
