Looking at Chen Mo, who seemed hesitant to speak, Ye Zi'e's heart tightened, her face paled slightly, and her voice trembled, "Mr. Chen, what exactly did you see? Has my sister... has she already met with misfortune?"
Over the years, Ye Zi'e had imagined this situation more than once.
After all, despite exhausting all her resources and nearly turning Qing Province upside down, she found nothing—it was highly likely that something unexpected had happened...
But when truly facing it, she still couldn't accept it. Her heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, so painful she could hardly breathe.
"Uh, that's not it." Chen Mo said, "Your sister is still alive and well, and her talent is remarkable, having become a Transcendent Mage at such a young age."
"As long as she's alive, that's enough..."
Ye Henshui's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed a bit.
