"Senior, why are you staring at him?"
Mo Yuan was incredibly perceptive and immediately noticed the unusual look on Song Wanning's face.
In the bubble, the man was handsome and proper, with a dashing air and the gentle look of polished jade.
Song Wanning shot the bubble a cold glance. "Just an unworthy disciple. Nothing to pay attention to."
Her unwillingness to elaborate made Mo Yuan sense there was more to the story.
'An unworthy disciple?'
'Hah. Anyone who opposes Senior is no good!'
'Might as well just kill them all.'
But he couldn't be sure of Song Wanning's intentions and worried that killing the man rashly would anger her.
'Forget it. I'll take it one step at a time. Senior's wishes come first.'
Mo Yuan pushed the matter to the back of his mind and said to Song Wanning, "Senior, to deal with that bastard, our current strength isn't enough. But we can take care of Ye Chuxue early on. What do you think...?"
