"I told you to come in, so just come in!"
Jiang Fan grabbed her like a little chick and brought her back to the secret chamber.
Bam—
As the door of the secret chamber closed, Xia Chaoge's heart pounded uncontrollably, her mind too flustered to think straight.
She knelt obediently on the ground, her head slightly bowed:
"Martial Uncle, what are your instructions?"
Jiang Fan sat on the stone stool, eyes calm and powerful as he watched her, fingers tapping lightly on the stone table.
"Chaoge, this is the second time you've given me a Holy Angel Feather. Do you plan to continue hiding your identity as from the Angel Clan?"
Xia Chaoge's body tensed suddenly, and she involuntarily took a deep breath, her heart nearly stopping.
In her clear and pure eyes, a complex emotion shimmered.
She knew this day would come, that as Jiang Fan continued to interact with the alien races, he would eventually discover what a golden feather meant.
It just came sooner than she expected.
