That day, Ah Li came to see Xie Lingyu again, accompanied by a man wearing a black hat.
He was tainted with an ominous aura, which instantly heightened Wen Jiang's alertness.
It was resentment.
Wen Jiang was far away, but her hearing was no longer that of an ordinary person; she could hear many things.
Before she approached Xie Lingyu, Wen Jiang heard Ah Li whispering something to the person next to him in the local language of Ceylon City, "Can it be done earlier?"
"No, the child needs to stay long enough, at least until she can give birth to the child alive."
The voice of the man in the black hat was hoarse, like the hissing of a venomous snake, filled with a discomfort that gave one goosebumps, "We have already failed many times."
"Besides, she was a relative of that Yunxia person; the Celestial Maiden said she was the most perfect."
Wen Jiang swore that the Yunxia person mentioned here was definitely her.
They needed the child for something.
