[It really was Ji Ping's face]
When Nora asked, Old Man Tir didn't answer. Instead, he dipped his finger in the wine and wrote a line on the table.
After seeing what he'd written, both Nora and the artisan beside her were stunned and frightened.
Gerard had just said he would take someone back to confirm his identity, and now someone who knew Ji Ping was sitting right here.
"Are you sure?"
Nora glanced at Fu Qian again, then lowered her voice even more.
[I saw him in the Archipelago]
After wiping away the previous words, Tir quickly wrote another line.
[Then should we leave?]
After exchanging glances, Nora finally followed Tir's example and wrote her suggestion on the table.
[Amir is lying. Are they making a big move against Siren?]
Realizing that the person sitting there really might be Ji Ping, she began to imagine even more of the dangers lurking behind this trip.
[No, we're staying]
To her great surprise, however, Tir shook his head.
[No one would want to impersonate the Native Council. It would bring them a great deal of trouble]
[Ji Clan and Siren will be distracted by this, giving us more room to explore]
After a quick explanation, Tir's face was as calm as still water as he looked to his two companions for their opinions.
The situation was strange. Siren and Ji Clan would spend more effort guarding against potential dangers and even the trouble that might come afterward. That would affect how much they explored...
Nora understood what Tir meant. There was even something he hadn't mentioned: worried about the risks, many others had left too, leaving them with fewer competitors than ever before...
Nora was tempted. She gritted her teeth and looked at the artisan, who furrowed his brow and