On this side, Zhan Beilie had just finished questioning Qu Tan'er.
On the other side, Old Zhan was facing Mo Liancheng with a deeply worried expression. "Master, Lie'er is getting suspicious... He often asks about it. I was thinking, could we ask Master to act sooner—"
"No rush." Mo Liancheng said calmly, "Old Zhan, don't worry. Let me think some more, see if there might be some other way to resolve this."
"Master?"
"It doesn't necessarily have to be you."
"Didn't Master say it must be someone who is completely willing, that there can't be the slightest mishap?"
"There will always be someone who is willing."
"?!…" Old Zhan was far less optimistic than Mo Liancheng. Someone who has cultivated their whole life suddenly becoming an ordinary person—who would willingly accept that? He didn't want any accidents midway, didn't want Zhan Beilie to suffer any damage at all.
Mo Liancheng patted Old Zhan's shoulder, then looked out toward the doorway.
