Blood Scholar's Nightmare, Roadside Inn

To be honest, Chu Danqing hated dealing with greenhorns like this, people who had just stepped out into the world and charged ahead headfirst.

The other party could not understand Chu Danqing's tactful meaning. He had already given her a way out; as long as she went down the steps, it would be good for everyone.

Not only could she save face, she could also understand what he meant.

"Brother Guo, do you think there's something wrong with Zhong Lei? Should I use one of my inspections on her?" Chu Danqing quietly discussed it with Guo Ming at the side.

Zhong Lei was stubborn as a mule, insisting on following him to the capital to seek justice.

It gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"Uh, Brother Chu, I think Zhong Lei was simply dazzled by your excessively high charm and initial favorability."

"And she's digging herself into a corner a little. Wouldn't inspecting her be too much of a waste?" Guo Ming said.

Each apostle only had three inspection chances. Once they were used up, they could only rely on other apostles.

"Besides, if she really were an anomaly, Paradise probably wouldn't have arranged for us to come into direct contact with her."

"If Paradise wanted to do that, War Dominion and Fantasy Metropolis probably wouldn't agree either," Guo Ming continued.

It was precisely because Chu Danqing had the same thought that he discussed it with Guo Ming.

"But she is indeed a little strange. In my opinion, Brother Chu, you should bring her along," Guo Ming said. "Paradise probably didn't arrange for her to come here for no reason."

"Perhaps there's something we haven't discovered."

In Guo Ming's view, sword flight merely meant carrying one more person.

He only needed to take out one more of the