The discussions almost seemed to lift the banquet hall's ceiling.
Yet, Xue An remained completely unmoved, quietly watching Wei Qingxiao.
Wei Qingxiao's expression shifted repeatedly.
To be honest, this thought had indeed crossed Wei Qingxiao's mind.
But this wasn't the Central Ghost Realm—it was the depths of the Ghost Realm.
This journey was meant to escape family pressure, so she had only brought along a small entourage.
On the other hand, the other side represented nearly all the powerful aristocrats in the Ghost Realm's depths.
This disparity in strength made such an idea appear naïve and laughably absurd.
Thus, Wei Qingxiao had no choice but to leave in defeat.
Now, hearing Xue An's words, countless thoughts flashed through Wei Qingxiao's mind.
Who is he?
Why would he say this?
What is his goal?
These tangled thoughts left Wei Qingxiao speechless.
