Next, Song Qingming changed the subject and asked about the recent situation at Funiu Mountain before seeing off Song Yuanfang, who had come from afar.
Only after Song Yuanfang left Immortal Gathering Pavilion did Song Qingyu, still puzzled, turn her gaze back to Song Qingming beside her.
"Seventh Brother, what Yuanfang said earlier seems rather strange. You stopped them from investigating—have you already guessed who this person is?"
"Mm! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.
"This person is an acquaintance of mine and bears us no ill will. Once the time is right, I'll introduce him to all of you."
Having known each other for centuries, Song Qingming knew that some things would be difficult to hide completely from Song Qingyu. Thus, he nodded openly and admitted it.
Just as Song Qingyu had suspected, the person who had helped Song Yuanfang and the others out of their predicament was not some kindhearted passerby.
Rather, he was reinforcements personally arranged by Song Qingming, who was far away at Crimson Cloud Mountain.
It was merely that this person's identity was rather special and could not easily be revealed to outsiders. That was why he had not told Song Yuanfang and the others the truth.
Even Song Qingyu before him was no exception. Though Song Qingming trusted her enough, the turmoil had only just ended, and there was still unrest in every direction. He decided it would be better to speak of this matter later.
"Since he's someone Seventh Brother knows, then I'm relieved. As long as he isn't our enemy, that's all that matters."
Once she confirmed that Song Qingming knew about this matter, Song Qingyu let go of the last trace of worry in her heart and nodded with a smile.
After answering Song Qingyu's doubts, Song Qingming soon took