Shang Ke was driven out and stumbled away. Seeing the girl in colorful clothes chase the man off, An Xiaolang turned back and asked, "You're just letting him go?"
The woman in colorful clothes said irritably, "What else could I do? He's a Grand Artisan. I can't search his memories, and even if I did, I'm afraid there would be no result. He was deceived himself."
The weight carried by a Grand Artisan was considerable. Without ironclad evidence, they could not simply seize one. Even if he were convicted, methods such as searching memories could not be used. So she could only let him go for now.
An Xiaolang asked in confusion, "Couldn't you deceive him too?"
The woman in colorful clothes was startled by his words. She shot An Xiaolang a sidelong glance and said, "Your thinking is certainly broad-minded. No wonder you nearly became a Grand Artisan."
An Xiaolang looked at her suspiciously. He suspected this paper figure was mocking him.
The woman in colorful clothes waved her hand. "All right, I should be going. When people from the Celestial Mechanism Institute arrive, explain things to them yourself. Oh, and I helped lift the illusion arts placed on your two subordinates. Be careful from now on. These people are no simple matter. They may come looking for you again."
An Xiaolang straightened solemnly. "Thank you, Senior Sister. But they aren't my subordinates. They were merely responsible for protecting me."
Hearing this, the woman in colorful clothes gave him a serious look. "Fine. Be careful." As she spoke, a stream of luminous qi rose beneath her feet.
An Xiaolang said, "Please also thank Martial Uncle on my behalf, Senior Sister."
The woman in colorful clothes turned into a gust of wind and departed, leaving behind only one sentence: "I'll