After the Dong Envoy left, Ye Lingyue felt somewhat agitated.
If it were in the past, she could easily discuss this matter with Feng Xun, but the suspicion from last night and the state of An Qiniang's death made Ye Lingyue hesitate.
In her mind, Feng Xun's warm and sunny face instantly transformed into Wu Zhong's golden mask, overlapping the two faces together.
Ye Lingyue's heart tightened involuntarily.
The killing of An Qiniang had already alarmed the upper echelons of Sifang City; now was not the time for any more disturbances.
Ye Lingyue sighed, unwilling to dwell further on the matter, and decided to enter Hong Meng Heaven instead.
So much had happened recently that she hadn't had time to attend to the affairs of the Three-legged Birdman Tribe, nor did she know how they had been getting along.
As soon as Ye Lingyue entered Hong Meng Heaven, her ears were filled with a cacophony of chirping sounds.
