Looking at Meng Jueyan's stiff expression, Han Yu internally chuckled.
'Acting like some elder is way too much fun.' He thought before speaking.
"You didn't," Han Yu said, waving a hand. "But remember this—what you don't know can't be used against you. That is protection."
"Understood."
A moment of silence passed, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves overhead. Han Yu turned his eyes back toward her, the playful glint in his gaze now replaced with steel.
"I have one more name I want to ask about."
"Yes?"
"Murong Xie."
Meng Jueyan tilted her head slightly, the name not ringing any bells. "I don't know of any such disciple. Is he from the Mist Eye Sect?"
Han Yu chuckled coldly. "No. He's from the Twin Leaf Peak Sect."
Meng Jueyan looked confused. "Then…?"
"I want him gone."
She blinked. "Gone? Why?"
Han Yu folded his arms. "His talent is Indigo rank."
That caught her attention. Her eyes widened just a little.
"That high?" Even she herself was just green ranked.
