"There are also quite a few filthy details in between, not fit to be spoken of. Believe it or not, it's all the same to me."
Ling Juexiao shrugged as he spoke, then clasped his hands behind his back, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down.
"This is Fellow Daoist Ling's private matter; it's not our place to pry. We only hope Fellow Daoist will not turn on us at a critical moment."
Xing Shuang laid the words out directly, putting them on the table.
"Relax, there's neither grievance nor grudge between us. Without you two, it'd be even more impossible for me, Ling, to be standing here, so you can both set your minds at ease."
Ling Juexiao said this and turned his head, looking at Ji Yuan, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"But Daoist Changgeng's strength is somewhat beyond my expectations. I imagine you've been holding back quite a bit."
At this, Xing Shuang also turned her head to look at Ji Yuan, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
