Slowly raising his head, his gaze swept over Yan Lin.
Finally, he nodded lightly.
"Alright."
"Let's do as you said."
Seeing Fang Qingyu agree, the corners of Yan Lin's mouth curved up slightly, almost imperceptibly.
She did not speak further.
The aura around her lightly rippled like water.
The face and figure belonging to "Fang Qingyu" quickly faded and blurred like a washed-out ink painting.
In merely a single breath.
The contour of the dark robe was redefined.
Under the mask, only the cold eyes of Bauhinia Association's president, Yan Lin, were visible.
Reappearing before everyone.
"I'll let the surviving members handle the follow-up arrangements and selection,"
her voice reverted to its original coolness.
"Hurry up and head to the Blood Wolf Gang headquarters, Lei Meng is waiting to celebrate with you, he's probably getting impatient."
Finishing her words.
She nodded slightly at Fang Qingyu.
Her figure merged into the shadow like ink.
Silently took a step back.
