The white porcelain wine cup rotated slowly in her hand, and Wen Muling had been gazing down at it for a long time.
Ah Qing finally couldn't help but say, "Commander, the families of the two deceased Ghost Race members have been pressing us for answers. How should we respond?"
Wen Muling paused slightly and lifted her head to look at Ah Qing. After a moment, a trace of cruelty flashed through her eyes.
"Tell them that the Vermilion Pavilion will take responsibility for this matter, but it will have to wait until after the celebration!"
Ah Qing nodded, "Understood!"
But having said this, Ah Qing still didn't leave.
"Is there anything else?" Wen Muling asked.
A strange expression flickered across Ah Qing's face as she softly replied, "Commander, someone rushed into the chaotic alley behind our pavilion last night…!"
Wen Muling nodded, "I know."
Ah Qing licked her lips, "But the person who broke in was a man, and... and it seems like he's about to be completely ruined!"
