"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, we've arrived."
The synchronized voices of two men echoed, as they, wearing pale blue embroidered robes with cloud patterns, used Qinggong to leap down from the rooftop.
The two junior disciples were bright and charming, their demeanor particularly graceful, younger than the senior brother and sister beside them.
If not standing before the so-called senior brother, they too were outstanding young men.
Without comparison, there's no harm; the man in blue radiated a glow, overshadowing others, while the two junior disciples beside him appeared somewhat dimmed.
Ye Zhi felt a chill in her heart; more and more people from the opposite side...
She struck the woman, whose eyes now bore hatred as cold as a venomous snake and would surely not let this matter rest.
She couldn't possibly reveal the fake kidnapping plot publicly; it concerned Luo'er's future.
What should she do?
