"If the Second Young Master is willing to pay, our Fog Shadow people are willing to help investigate. Speaking of which, Second Young Master, if I may speak frankly, Qingfeng Ziyun has had no shortage of lovers over the years. You've never minded, so why are you so vexed about her current man?"
The black-robed man lifted his head, and under the long black robe, only his blood-red eyes could be seen. But Wu Ying knew that his face was surely filled with a mocking smile.
Wu Ying took a deep breath. "Before Qingfeng Ziyun married me, I already knew the kind of woman she was. Those lovers of hers were all used for her cultivation. After they're used up, they die. And now I'm still alive, which means she has feelings for me."
The black-robed man glanced at Wu Ying in surprise, then nodded. "I get what you mean. Five hundred Spirit Stones, and we Fog Shadow people will help you find out that man's true identity."
"Alright."
