A pair of beautiful eyes met Ling Chen's gaze. Hong Ye gently nodded and said, "Jueying Zhenren is already dead. Even if you handle it perfectly, young master, I'm afraid it will be to no avail. Xing Wu Fa will soon notice something amiss. After all, it was Jueying Zhenren who came to assassinate you—Xing Wu Fa definitely knows about that."
"Once Xing Wu Fa learns of this, the high-level figures of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao will very soon know of it as well."
"And if the high-level of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao learn that Jueying Zhenren died by your hand, I fear they will be thunderously enraged. At that time, it's very likely some powerhouse of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao will come to cause us trouble. By then we'll barely be able to protect ourselves, let alone have the leisure to meddle in the marriage dispute between the Xingliu Family."
"Your analysis is sound."
