Ye Zhenwei's situation was still unclear.
The Elder Council was wary of her.
The three of them had surely seen that.
The Alliance's decision to transfer her to the Tianning garrison probably meant that the doubts surrounding her had not been completely cleared.
Xue Zixian thought of Yuan Chuhong. While he had been by Ye Zhenwei's side, he had gone out alone several times, and no one knew where he went.
Ye Zhenwei's disappearance had certainly been connected to Yuan Chuhong as well.
All of them had been invited by Yuan Chuhong, so they understood his personality to some extent.
The others were not the sort to offer help in a snowstorm. Even if they were, they would weigh whether Ye Zhenwei was worth it.
They understood the current situation all too well.
After receiving Xue Zixian's message, they received Ye Zhenwei's friend requests.
None of them accepted.
After sending the friend requests, Ye Zhenwei received no response for a long time.
This gave Ye Zhenwei a clearer understanding of her own circumstances.
Ye Zhenwei found these people truly ironic.
They had taught her all sorts of skills back then. No matter what, she could be considered their disciple, right?
Yet at such a critical moment, they would not even accept her friend requests.
She could only blame herself for rarely contacting them privately. She had always communicated through Yuan Chuhong.
Ye Zhenwei had once thought her talent was a living advertisement, but now it seemed that card had lost its appeal.
These people were frighteningly snobbish.
Looking out the window at the verdant trees and abundant life beyond, Ye Zhenwei's heart felt icy cold.
At the thought of the hardship of starting over from scratch, fear actually rose in her heart.
And now, she could not contact Yuan Chuhong.