Ding Hui's voice echoed in Fang Yu's mind, with a hint of alarmism.
"Given Daoist Qing Yan's abilities, if he wanted to plot against me, I might not even have the strength to resist. However, by maintaining a facade of mutual deception, I still have some room to maneuver. But... I feel Daoist Qing Yan isn't the kind of person you think he is."
"You don't know Daoist Qing Yan, how can you think he's not that kind of person?"
"Just a feeling..."
"Don't be naive, husband, this kind of old Taoist..."
Ding Hui's voice in Fang Yu's mind suddenly stopped.
Fang Yu was stunned, looking ahead, only to see Chen Yunyun standing in the path, like a blockade in their way.
"Lord Yun..."
"Earlier, I let Young Master Diao laugh at me."
"..."
Fang Yu glanced at Ding Hui; it was tough to respond here.
After pondering, Fang Yu said.
