Cheng Ziang arrived in the courtyard; Luo'er seemed to have already received the news, waiting for him at the doorway. It was only natural, after all, they and the movements of the Wuyun Sect were under surveillance by Fulajie'er, how could they not know.
"Greetings, Saint!" Since he was determined to play his role well, Cheng Ziang naturally would no longer act presumptuously, but rather kneeled down respectfully on one knee.
"What do you think?" Luo'er asked indifferently.
What he meant was, how did he view Dongliang Yu's words, because all their actions and conversations were relayed to Luo'er by Fulajie'er, allowing Luo'er, though he kept to himself behind closed doors, to be well informed about outside affairs.
"In the humble opinion of your subordinate, it might not be overstatement." Cheng Ziang pondered.
"Hmm..." Luo'er nodded lightly, pondered for a moment, then asked, "If there's contact, will there be trouble?"
