"No..."
She unconsciously muttered.
"That's impossible."
Su Mo immediately noticed it. His crimson eyes locked onto her.
"Do you know something?"
Song Meilin suddenly felt a pressure she hadn't experienced before.
Those eyes contained no hostility toward her. Yet she could feel how desperately he wanted answers.
"I think there must be some misunderstanding."
"What misunderstanding?"
His voice became sharper.
"What do you know? Answer me!"
Song Meilin remained silent for several seconds.
The techniques Su Mo had described sounded disturbingly familiar.
Those were not abilities she would easily mistake.
Yet that was exactly why she didn't want to speak carelessly.
Because if her suspicions were correct...
Then this matter was no longer a simple assassination attempt.
It involved people connected to the sect.
People she knew. Whom she had worked alongside for years.
