I can do nothing, but who are you?

Golden Crocodile Douluo began giving orders.

"If we want to conceal our identities, neither Titled Douluos nor Soul Douluos can appear openly."

If a Titled Douluo went, their identity would be exposed immediately.

There were only so many Titled Douluos on the continent. Anyone could count them.

If the Level 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo stood outside the Breaking Clan's gates, they would know who he was without an introduction.

So, on the surface, they could only send someone unremarkable.

He summoned two Soul Sages.

The man was named Li Yan, and the woman Bai Wei.

They had cultivated in Spirit Hall for a long time but rarely took action, leaving them virtually unknown across the continent.

"You two will openly escort the young mistress to the Breaking Clan. I'll follow behind."

"Unless there is absolutely no other choice, I will not show myself."

The two Soul Sages bowed and accepted their orders.

"Remember two things."

"First, someone in your family has been poisoned. You only learned of Clan Leader Yang after searching far and wide for renowned physicians."

"Second, you must not say a single word more than necessary about the young mistress's identity."

"There is a blood feud between Yang Wudi and us. If you give us away, this journey will have been for nothing."

"Yes!"

Early the next morning, an unremarkable carriage draped in blue cloth left Spirit City.

Qian Renxue lay inside, covered with a thick blanket.

Over the past few days, she had spent far more time asleep than awake. As soon as she entered the carriage, she grew drowsy.

Bai Wei sat inside, watching over her with unwavering attention.

Whenever Qian Renxue's brows creased, she reached over to tuck the blanket around her.

When her lips grew dry, Bai Wei soaked a cotton cloth in