Before Yang Qing gave his response to her request, he asked another question.
"The Lai Hou you mentioned… is it the Zhu Fa, with the quasi palace stage cultivation base?" he asked, even though he was almost certain. However, in matters like this, it was best to double-check, even if it felt redundant.
"Mmh," Xia Fang hummed with a slight nod of her head, her eyes still desperately trained on Yang Qing, waiting for his reply. Her heart may as well have leapt out of her chest and floated to the back of her throat with how nervous she felt.
"I agree to your first request," Yang Qing gently said, bringing much-needed relief to Xia Fang. She sighed slightly, a small smile beginning to bloom—only for it to tense again just as quickly. Yang Qing had only agreed to the first request. The second was still in limbo, and her nerves instantly came roaring back to the surface.
