Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

"Ok?"

Jing Li stopped and turned to look at her. "Is there something you need?"

Her cool eyes held a hint of aggression, and Xia Min's words froze on the spot.

His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

She didn't know how to start the conversation. She wasn't familiar with Nangong's sister, and it seemed like Nangong's sister was very attached to her...

She has no right to say that.

As the team leader, Jiang Huaiyu quickly calmed down.

She pulled Xia Min aside to comfort her, took a few steps forward, and looked at Jing Li: "Miss Liang, we apologize for the intrusion, but we would like to ask you if you know what happened here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Jing Li shrugged. "There was thunder just now."

Everyone: "..."

It felt like the answer was irrelevant.

Jiang Huaiyu was taken aback, but undeterred, he made it even clearer, "Were those lightning bolts... caused by you, Miss Liang?"

They found it hard to believe that such a young girl could throw out so many lightning-attracting talismans.

What shocked them the most was the disappearance of the lightning.

Although using a lightning-summoning talisman is difficult, it is still possible.

But if the lightning-attracting talisman has already attracted lightning, how could it disappear?

"Of course it wasn't me. How could I do something so immoral?" Jing Li knew who they were and didn't mind explaining a bit more to them: "Didn't you see the person who was unsteady on his feet just now?"

"He created the lightning-summoning talisman, and he's from the Jinzhen Temple."

Jing Li pointed in the direction where Bian Ling had just left, a playful look on her face.

Jinjin Temple! ! !

Several people's pupils trembled slightly.

They certainly knew about the Golden Temple, the largest place of magicians in Dinyi.

Nangong Qian kept urging him on, and Jing Li glanced at her helplessly before Nangong Qian withdrew her hand from Jing Li's sleeve.

"Is there anything else? You guys?" Jing Li asked in a friendly manner.

Jiang Huaiyu politely thanked him, "Thank you, I think we probably don't need any more."

They no longer wanted to mention Nangong Qian's matter. The situation was becoming increasingly chaotic, and they couldn't even see the true strength of the Xuanshu masters on Dianyi's side.

If the commotion was caused by that person, then that person doesn't look like a local; he looks more like a Chinese.

But he was a member of the Jinzhen Temple.

Behind the Golden Temple lies the entire country of Dienyi.

He was helping Dinyi with his work.

But why would a Chinese person help Dinyi do things?

Moreover, their strength far surpasses theirs; at least they wouldn't cause such a commotion.

And then there's this girl, whose clear and pure temperament doesn't seem like that of a bad person, nor does she show any signs of turning bad; she's calm and carefree.

You would never guess that he had lived in a hellish place for twenty years.

Shouldn't a mystic who awakens their abilities midway through life be filled with hatred?

There was no trace of hatred about her...

Contradictions; all I see in her is contradiction.

Just how strong is she? Even if she didn't create the lightning talisman, judging from the tone of that person's voice and their defeated actions, that person lost miserably...

The group remained silent, their faces heavy with worry and their minds preoccupied.

After a moment's consideration, Jiang Huaiyu asked a question that Jing Li hadn't expected, "Miss Liang, will you stand on China's side?"

Jing Li's expression froze slightly, then she curled the corners of her lips into a smile. "I will stand on the original owner's side."

The original owner was a native Chinese, and she didn't really care which side she helped, because she wouldn't actively help either side.

But what if the original owner's life trajectory was disrupted?

She wouldn't allow that.

None of them understood what she meant by that sentence.

Original owner? What does that mean?

Jiang Huaiyu roughly understood what Jing Li meant. This girl seemed to care about nothing, but in fact she had expressed her own stance.

She didn't say it explicitly, but it's clear she won't side with Dianyi. She's Chinese, and it's highly likely she'll help China in the future.

It's okay if she doesn't help, as long as she doesn't side with the other party.

They already have a huge advantage.

This girl is very capable. Whether it's what happened on the plane or what's happening here now, he's certain that she's the one handling it.

She may have her own motives.

But their objective may not conflict with their general direction.

Making good relations with them is the most important thing they should do right now.

“Miss Liang, if you need anything or any help from us, please feel free to contact us. We are from the Xuanling Group.”

Jiang Huaiyu directly revealed their identities, leaving the people behind him stunned.

Did the captain just say that so casually?

After saying that, he took out his phone, swiped to his chat app, and said, "Let's add a chat feature!"

He held the phone directly in front of Jing Li. Despite his calm demeanor, he was actually quite nervous. If the girl didn't agree, they wouldn't be able to sell their favor.

Unexpectedly, it was added very easily.

The girl calmly took out her phone and accepted his contact information.

Indifferent and detached.

Jiang Huaiyu couldn't see through the girl in front of him at all...

"The Mystic Spirit Group?!"

Nangong Qian gasped in surprise.

These people were dressed very plainly, except for the man and woman in front who stood out a bit. I didn't expect them to be from the Xuanling Group.

Is his brother also in this organization?

Shouldn't these people be wearing uniforms? I didn't expect them to be so casual.

Nangong Qian suppressed her anxiety and looked them over carefully. She had been too hasty and hadn't even noticed them.

Does the Xuanling Group possess many unspeakable abilities?

Nangong Qian was a little tempted.

She also wanted to join the organization.

The image of Nangong Qinghe's stern reprimand flashed through Nangong Qian's mind, and she suddenly dared not think about it anymore.

Several people heard her exclamation and looked at her.

Xia Min couldn't hold back any longer. After thinking for a moment, she asked urgently, "Have you been feeling unwell lately?"

She stared anxiously at Nangong Qian.

In her heart, Nangong Qinghe was a god-like figure, someone she had always admired. And since Nangong Qian was his sister, Xia Min unconsciously showed her more concern for her.

Logically speaking, if she were possessed by a vengeful spirit, the girl should have known.

After all, they have now confirmed that she is a sorcerer, and a very strong one at that.

The girl didn't notice the problem that they shouldn't have seen.

Xia Min couldn't resist asking a few more questions out of concern: "Or has something unlucky been following you?"

Nangong Qian looked puzzled when Xia Min suddenly asked her a question. She looked around before pointing at herself and saying, "Beautiful sister, are you talking to me?"

Yes! Do you have it?

Xia Min stepped forward.

"No, but I do feel chilly." Nangong Qian pouted, her eyes subtly glancing at Qin Ruolan. She seemed to have her eye on her, clinging to her back. Qin Ruolan was practically freezing to death.

"What?" Xia Min's face was filled with confusion when she heard her say that the cold air was so strong that such a slight reaction was inappropriate.

You don't have...

Jing Li looked calmly at Xia Min.

"Xia Min!"

Jiang Huaiyu interrupted her, pulled her behind him, and apologized politely, "I'm sorry, Ms. Liang, my team member was a bit offensive."

“Offensive? Not at all.” Jing Li turned around. “If there’s nothing else, we’ll be going now.”

Jiang Huaiyu quickly nodded politely, "Miss Liang, please feel free to do as you please."

After those figures disappeared, Nangong Qian asked weakly, "Boss, did they discover Sister Ruolan's presence?"

"Maybe."

Jing Li's voice echoed in the quiet alley, gradually dissipating and disappearing.

Meaningful.