Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the face of the temple priestess.
Her eyes were dark-rimmed, and her skin had a sickly sallow color.
The entire person clearly exuded fatigue from long nights or mental exhaustion.
"Do you know me?"
Fang Cheng asked in a deep voice.
The temple priestess shook her head forcefully, responding dryly, "No, I don't know you."
Pan Wendi stepped forward, his tall and sturdy figure just blocking the space between Fang Cheng and the temple priestess.
He slightly raised his chin, a hint of wariness in his tone:
"Sister, since we don't know each other, how do you know my buddy's name? What advice do you have for him?"
The temple priestess was intimidated by Pan Wendi's presence, her shoulders shrinking as she hurriedly stepped back half a step.
She anxiously twisted the hem of her robe with her hands, murmuring:
"I... I mean no harm."
