Grave No. 2?

The little girl's expression was very unpleasant.

Yet when it came to Wang Ye, she showed a sense of helplessness, as though she had encountered her natural enemy.

Honestly, whether fools or smart people, they all feared one type of person.

The stubborn kind.

They wouldn't listen to reason, wouldn't fool around with you, and the moment their eyes widened, they were ready to beat you up. Before you could even take a stance, a flying kick was already coming your way, perhaps with a few friendly slaps thrown in for free.

"Let's talk."

"What's the deal with Wang's body?"

Wang Ye squatted down with a smile, like a kind uncle coaxing the neighbor's little girl, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Whether the little girl was pretending to be foolish or not, getting information about Wang's body was the deal that mattered.

Wang Ye had made up his mind anyway.

Whether you were foolish or smart, everything you did now looked like the work of an undercover agent.

So what if I really treat you like one?

At most, she was an undercover agent who was often tsundere and needed a few rewards.

Sure enough.

Although the little girl glared at Wang Ye resentfully, she still obediently said, "I know where Wang's left hand is."

"The hand outside right now is the right hand. The right hand mainly gathered Wang's physical power."

"But the left hand contains spiritual power."

"It also represents the cultivation insights behind Wang's left hand moon, right hand sun—the art of holding the sun and moon in his grasp."

Wang Ye was stunned when he heard her.

Holy shit.

This little girl really wasn't ordinary. She even knew Wang's cultivation art. Even in the Heavenly Court, that had to be top-secret information.

After all, no one