"do you mean that people from that side ambushed you and a Yue?" Shang Muran repeated it again.

cook nodded his head affirmatively, his eyes were dark, and he flashed with great complexity: "the breath, the mysterious whereabouts and the strange moves from them, I'm sure, came from that side."

hearing cook's judgment in such a determined voice, Shang Muran gradually quieted down. He turned the teacup in his hand. The sun in his eyes flashed a strong light suddenly. His beautiful lips were slightly pulled up, and his skin laughed and muttered: "they thought for a long time, and finally, someone came..."

"I learned from one of the population...