While everyone was still marveling at how close the two were, Ning Fengzhi heard the hidden meaning in Yun Qiong's words.
"No, that's not right.
Since Curator Yun had been traveling with the convoy, why hadn't she appeared just now? Could it be that they were hiding some trump card?"
Ning Fengzhi's expression grew solemn. The deeper he thought about it, the more terrifying the implications seemed.
He raised his eyes toward Yun Qiong and happened to see her watching him meaningfully with her wise eyes. Ning Fengzhi suddenly understood.
"Right. With Curator Yun's wisdom, how could she not understand the principle that a tree which stands out in the forest will be toppled by the wind?
Since they dared to head for Spirit City, they must have made thorough preparations."
Outsiders might not know the low-profile Yun Qiong, but Ning Fengzhi knew very well how intelligent and cautious this unremarkable-looking old woman was.
Ning Fengzhi slowly exhaled and respectfully replied to Yun Qiong, "Protecting one's juniors amid raging wind and torrential rain is no easy feat.
I was being overly presumptuous in this matter."
As for the Quan Family, Ning Fengzhi had classified them as people who needed protection. In another sense, this meant that he had unconsciously placed the Quan Family's status below that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
But now, this notion of protection and being protected that had surfaced in his mind was punctured by Yun Qiong, bringing the statuses of both sides closer to equal.
Even he had to show the Quan Family and the old woman before him the respect they deserved.
If their previous closeness had stemmed from their personal relationship, then now it represented respect for the leader of the Quan Family.
Yun Qiong was also slightly stunned by how