"I have already entrusted this matter to the subordinates in the city. If something goes wrong, it will be on you. With Wuxin Tielin suppressed and the Pillar of the State busy with internal affairs, although the chances of this issue arising are slim, it cannot be ignored."
"If something happens to us, those three letters will be sent to the Dongfang Clan. Even in this vast world, with the mystical arts of Dongfang, where could you possibly go?"
"I have my own destination, no need to worry. But wielding a sword to fight battles, when have I ever been afraid? At worst, we both suffer, and I reveal this matter to the world. Even the Dongfang Noble Clan, how could they suppress the gossip of the common people?"
At this moment, Wang Anfeng and Dongfang Ningxin are only exchanging words, but in Bi Tong'er and her companion's ears, it is more nerve-wracking than the clash of swords, each sentence as sharp as a blade, causing cold sweat to break out just from listening.
