Ye Qiutang grew even more confused, but the word "uncanny" inexplicably made her uneasy. "What exactly are you talking about? Explain it clearly!"
Jiang Cheng turned to look at Ye Qiutang. "Miss Ye, if my guess is right, the danger we're about to face may be even worse than what Old Man Song said. There are some things I need to make clear to you."
"My friend and I have more experience dealing with things like this than you do. We've handled similar situations many times, so you have to trust us. From here on, none of us should hold anything back. Especially at a critical moment, you absolutely mustn't act on your own. Follow our instructions."
Feeling Jiang Cheng's gaze on her, Ye Qiutang slowly furrowed her brow. It was as if she were trying to see another face beneath his. After a long pause, she made no comment, merely saying coolly, "Old Man Song was right. You two are unusual. He even suspected the evil spirits in the temple were after you. The only thing we did wrong was save you."
Jiang Cheng remained composed in the face of Ye Qiutang's faintly reproachful tone. "Miss Ye, I'm not trying to shirk responsibility. But what's done is done. There's no point in talking about it now."
"I can only tell you that we're capable of solving this problem. And it's not just us. I have four other friends who were scattered to different places."
"They've all had similar experiences. If everything goes smoothly, we'll meet up soon. Then you can go your way and I'll go mine. We won't interfere with each other, and everyone will be happy."
Jiang Cheng's words were somewhat cold, and even Fatty found them grating. But Ye Qiutang didn't react much. She simply stared