Shan Yuru shook her head. "That man is so capable. He definitely won't die."
Li Mochou watched coldly from the side, thinking Miss Ren must have been blind to worry herself sick over a man like him, only for him to fool around with other women outside. And her junior sister, that idiot—who knew how she had fallen for him? How was someone like that worth entrusting with the rest of one's life?
Hmph, she must have spent so much time raising bees in the Ancient Tomb that her mind had gone dull, unable to resist the honeyed words of handsome men.
But then Li Mochou suddenly remembered how she herself had once been deceived by that man surnamed Lu. Her judgment had not been much better, and her expression immediately darkened.
Fu Yaohong said, "Song Qingshu becoming a Grandmaster at such a young age proves that he is capable. But Great Khan, the Sky-Connecting Shaman, and the Demon Master—who among them is not a peerless genius and one of the strongest experts alive? Three against one, with so many other experts and soldiers surrounding them besides. What chance did Song Qingshu have?"
Shan Yuru fell silent, clearly unable to refute her assessment. After a long while, she said, "Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't be at ease. Don't worry, I'm only going to gather information. I'll help only if the circumstances are right. I'm not a fool; I won't do something certain to get me killed."
Fu Yaohong knew her disciple had always been quick-witted and intelligent. Otherwise, she would never have mastered the Charm Technique more profoundly than Fu Yaohong herself. Thus, she stopped trying to dissuade her.
Li Mochou suddenly spoke up. "I'm going too." That man might be detestable, but Miss Ren