Su Mei pondered Liu Chang'an's meaning. Her eyes shimmered like a pool of autumn water cut into shape, and her heart trembled slightly. It seemed the secret hidden behind Shangguan Dandan truly was no simple matter.
She had weathered more storms than she could count, but the things Liu Chang'an had endured were not storms at all—they were apocalyptic catastrophes that marked the dividing lines between Earth's eras.
Even he considered it rather serious. Su Mei decided she should keep some distance from Shangguan Dandan. She did not feel the need to fawn over and please Shangguan Dandan like other women did. She had even borne his daughter—an inherent advantage.
As for Zhu Juntang enjoying playing with Shangguan Dandan, Su Mei naturally would not interfere. There was no harm in it anyway. The oppressive aura Shangguan Dandan gave off seemed not to affect Zhu Juntang either. It truly appeared to be directed specifically at Su Mei.
"What exactly do you mean by a more serious possibility?"
Su Mei reached out, hesitated, and ultimately did not take his hand. She merely hooked a finger around the edge of his sleeve, signaling for him to sit down and talk with her.
"I carefully recalled some of the circumstances when Shangguan Dandan displayed her abilities." Liu Chang'an sat down, propped his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands together. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "She can actually control her hair with extreme precision. When you treated Li Hongfang, it was also her hair that completely cleared away the things remaining inside Li Hongfang's body."
"Mm..."
Liu Chang'an went on to describe how Shangguan Dandan had drained the water monkey and the living dead in the Han tomb. "She did all of that while unconscious and unaware. And we generally call