Jiang Xiaomeng glanced at the newcomer. "Have you investigated thoroughly?"
The man nodded. "The people searching everywhere for Little Thief are from the Fang Family."
"The Fang Family? What are they looking for my future husband for?"
The man reporting to her faltered for a moment, then hurriedly suppressed the indescribable expression on his face and continued impassively, "Apparently, they're acting on someone else's behalf."
Jiang Xiaomeng frowned. "Are they my husband's family? They found their way here so quickly?"
The man silently took a deep breath, doing his best to ignore the word "husband."
"We don't know whether they're family yet. We only know that the two people looking for him are called Qi Song and Su Jiu."
Jiang Xiaomeng froze briefly. "Su Jiu? Why does that name sound so familiar?"
Hearing this exchange, Ye Wanqing also froze for a moment. The person Jiang Xiaomeng was looking for was also the person the little fairy was seeking?
She suddenly recalled the unremarkable male cultivator she had seen beside Su Jiu yesterday.
Could it be him? But didn't Jiang Xiaomeng refuse to settle for anyone but handsome male cultivators? Why would she take a liking to someone so ordinary-looking?
Although these thoughts occupied her mind, she had no desire to share them with Jiang Xiaomeng.
On the other hand, should she warn the little fairy?
After all, Jiang Xiaomeng was truly capable of stirring up trouble, and she had a mighty backer like the Heavenly Dawn Sect behind her. Even with the little fairy's outstanding strength, Ye Wanqing still worried that Su Jiu might fall victim to their underhanded tricks.
As the Heavenly Dawn Sect disciple reported and Jiang Xiaomeng listened, Ye Wanqing watched the fighting in the arena while quietly committing their conversation to memory.
Time slipped by unnoticed.