I was still a little uneasy.
Had the enemy evolved to the point where they could imitate our own family?
My heart was heavy with worry, and I couldn't sit still.
These people really stopped at nothing. Today they imitated Yangyang; tomorrow, would they imitate Ye Qingxian?
I definitely wasn't an important person.
Their target was crystal clear. There was only one person left.
I grabbed Ye Qingxian's sleeve. Under her calm gaze, I said with concern, "You have to be careful."
"When you're out and about, if you run into someone you can't beat, don't try to be a hero. If you can leave, don't stick around."
Hearing her Junior Sister speak like an old nanny, Ye Qingxian couldn't help smiling. "Am I really that useless?"
"Or is that what you think of me, Junior Sister?"
I glared at her, a little annoyed. "How can you still be in the mood to joke around at a time like this?"
"Someone's already impersonating my daughter. What's going to happen tomorrow?"
Ye Qingxian rubbed my head.
My anger faded in an instant.
Damn it.
How could I, a human, like having my head patted?
"Don't worry. Leave this matter to me."
"I promise you, no one will imitate Yangyang again."
Ye Qingxian's eyes shifted slightly.
She did need to deal with Yangyang's situation.
If you had a secret you couldn't let others know, then you should keep it safely hidden.
How could she hide a secret, then let her mother stumble upon it and worry?
And worse, this secret involved close dealings with demonic cultivators. That was the kind of secret that couldn't be tolerated, even if hidden.
She carefully recalled what her Junior Sister had just said.
A demonic cultivator kneeling before Ye Daoyan.
Ye Qingxian suddenly smiled.
Her Junior