Jiang Wei's voice was so calm that there was not a hint of ripple.
Like a stone thrown into a deep pool, it sent out an invisible ripple beside the stone table at the edge of the training ground.
As her words fell.
The entire corner of the training ground instantly plunged into a dead silence.
The solemnity on Wei Banmeng's otherwise cold face, sparked by the Ghost Festival, instantly solidified into astonishment.
Even Fang Qingyu furrowed his brow immediately.
Several gazes, like tangible searchlights, focused uniformly on Jiang Wei.
The air seemed to freeze.
Jiang Wei appeared to finally realize what she had just said.
She lifted her small face, her clear, big eyes sweeping across the faces around her that were filled with shock and questions.
On her usually expressionless little face, her long eyelashes fluttered twice.
Then, her small mouth slightly opened, and in a naturally gentle tone, she softly added:
"I... I mean, I saw it on a forum last time..."
