The woman's voice was cold, yet her clear, limpid eyes concealed an almost imperceptible trace of concern.
The person who had arrived was none other than Mu Hanyu.
After Shen Yun deduced her identity, he had sensed a dangerous aura lurking in the shadows. To prevent any mishaps, he had deliberately sent her a message and asked her to meet him outside Fusheng Ferry.
"Neither Ling Jiuxiao nor his disciple is easy to deal with. Once they uncover Mu Hanyu's background, they'll certainly jump out and stir up trouble."
After several clashes, Shen Yun had seen through their dispositions and directly anticipated their anticipation.
He did not think about it any further and recounted the entire sequence of events.
"...That day, you used the Wuhua Great Dao, but the Hidden Dragon Sword saw through its origins. There are already rumors circulating in the outside world, suspecting that you have close ties with the Sacred Sect."
"Given Ling Jiuxiao's usual conduct, he'll most likely obstruct you from the shadows. That's why I came to warn you, so you won't fall into a trap later."
His tone was steady, exuding a reassuring strength that drifted into her ears on the wind.
Mu Hanyu remained silent for a long time. Her icy-blue eyes seemed veiled by a thin mist, their radiance dimming slightly.
"Thank you."
Her red lips parted slightly. She pressed all the weight in her heart down and returned to her familiar cold demeanor.
Shen Yun saw it all and could not help shaking his head inwardly.
Since they had met, when had she ever been so polite to him? She had even said "thank you." Clearly, her heart was already surging with turbulent emotions.
As his thoughts turned, Shen Yun gave a slight smile and gently advised her, "Don't worry.