Han Qingmian revealed a trace of pride, "If Senior Sister didn't have even this little ability, wouldn't she be too useless."
"Right, didn't you return to Qingcheng? Why did you suddenly come to Jicheng, have you found new clues?" Han Qingmian asked curiously.
Ye Kunlun nodded, having nothing to hide from Han Qingmian.
"The great fire ten years ago had people from the Zhou family behind it, and Zhou Lingkun sent someone to assassinate me. The assassin was a Japanese man."
"Therefore, I suspect that the Zhou family, or rather Zhou Lingkun, is colluding with Japanese people behind the scenes."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, Zhou Lingkun's master is the scholar Kong Liuying of Taishan Prefecture. Whether Taishan Prefecture is involved in this matter is still uncertain."
Han Qingmian listened quietly to Ye Kunlun's words. When she heard "Taishan Prefecture," her expression turned slightly grave.
Ye Kunlun knew what Han Qingmian was worried about. After all, the status of Taishan Prefecture was special, and even the reigning emperor had to visit it every ten years.
"Junior Brother." Han Qingmian's tone was naturally full of worry, "Taishan Prefecture is not as simple as it appears on the surface. Kong Liuying is merely a Xiantian Grandmaster, which is nothing in itself."
"However, Taishan Prefecture is the birthplace of a sage, and its heritage is far beyond imagination. This matter must be planned carefully."
Ye Kunlun smiled. To prevent Han Qingmian from worrying, he replied, "Senior Sister, I only said that Zhou Lingkun is Kong Liuying's disciple, not that this matter is truly related to Kong Liuying."
"Even if it is related to Kong Liuying, it doesn't necessarily mean it's related to Taishan Prefecture."
Han Qingmian shook her head, knowing Ye Kunlun was comforting her.
"No matter what you do, Senior Sister will support you unconditionally and will not interfere. But you must remember to be careful and cautious, and pay attention to your safety."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister, your Junior Brother can handle anyone."
Ring ring ring—
As soon as Ye Kunlun finished speaking, his phone rang. It was Mo Ziyan calling. He had been busy for over an hour and had almost forgotten about Mo Ziyan.
"Hello, Yan'er." Ye Kunlun quickly answered the phone.
"Kunlun Gege, I've arrived at the hotel. Are you in your room?" Mo Ziyan's sweet voice came through.
"Yan'er, Kunlun Gege is outside dealing with something. Did your client meeting go smoothly tonight?"
"It went quite smoothly," Mo Ziyan said happily. "And I looked at their products; the quality is very good. We can sign the contract tomorrow."
"Then take a bath and get some rest early. I might be back a bit late." Ye Kunlun thought about Bai Qingming's matter and feared he might have to spend the night at the Jicheng War Department.
"Okay, you be careful." Mo Ziyan reminded Ye Kunlun and hung up the phone, somewhat reluctantly.
Suddenly, a sports car rushed from the road beside them and stopped directly between Mo Ziyan and the hotel entrance. Mo Ziyan frowned slightly. If she hadn't reacted quickly and stepped back, she would have been hit.
The car door opened, and Feng Qi, with dyed yellow hair, got out. A beautiful woman with dyed red hair emerged from the passenger seat. Her ample chest, in particular, appeared to be a surging tide.
Feng Qi got out of the car and his eyes lit up the moment he saw Mo Ziyan next to him.
"Oh, little sister, living in a hotel alone?" Feng Qi had never seen a woman as beautiful as Mo Ziyan, apart from his cousin Yun Chuxue. Thus, he was instantly attracted to Mo Ziyan.
"Feng Gege, hurry up, I'm getting impatient." The red-haired woman threw a flirtatious glance at Feng Qi in a effeminate manner, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes and a trace of jealousy towards Mo Ziyan.
"You're crazy!" Mo Ziyan mumbled as she looked at Feng Qi teasing her.
"Did you call me crazy?" Feng Qi's ears were surprisingly sharp, and he heard Mo Ziyan clearly. "Heh heh, you're the first person to call me crazy. This brother of yours is indeed crazy."
Feng Qi slammed the car door shut and stared directly at Mo Ziyan, "Little sister, is it a bit lonely to live in a hotel alone?"
"Feng Gege, I think she's here to meet some wild man," the red-haired woman sneered sourly.
Mo Ziyan's face turned red with anger, and she retorted, "You're talking nonsense, I'm not that kind of woman!"
"Then what kind of woman are you?" Feng Qi chuckled. Mo Ziyan's blushing face made him feel a surge of desire, making him feel unbearable.
"Little sister, why don't you spend the night with me? Three thousand a night, how about it?"
"Shameless, you pervert!" Mo Ziyan was furious and swung her bag at Feng Qi's face. Feng Qi couldn't dodge in time and was directly hit by Mo Ziyan's bag. After all, Mo Ziyan's bag still contained the client's products, making it quite heavy. This blow directly caused Feng Qi to get a nosebleed!
Feng Qi cried out in pain, feeling as if his nose had been smashed flat. His anger flared up like a wildfire. "You dead girl, how dare you hit me!"
As he spoke, Feng Qi reached out to grab Mo Ziyan. Mo Ziyan had followed Ye Kunlun and learned the Flowing Cloud Steps for two days at Zifeng Bieyuan. The Flowing Cloud Steps were a top-tier footwork taught to her by Ye Kunlun, so how could an ordinary person possibly capture her?
Feng Qi's vision blurred; it was as if a gust of wind had swept past him, and Mo Ziyan was nowhere to be seen.
"Shameless scoundrel!" Mo Ziyan cursed angrily from the side and kicked towards Feng Qi's waist.
Crack, crack. Mo Ziyan's kick directly broke two of Feng Qi's ribs. The red-haired woman beside him was stunned, never expecting the seemingly delicate Mo Ziyan to be such a fierce character.
"You, you dare to hit Feng Gege, do you know who he is?!" the woman exclaimed in fear.
"I, I don't care who he is!" Mo Ziyan's heart pounded. She thought Feng Qi was some rich young master. This was Jicheng, after all, and there were some people she couldn't afford to offend.
After speaking, Mo Ziyan quickly ran into the hotel, fearing that Feng Qi would chase after her.
"Ouch, my waist..." Feng Qi was sweating from the pain.
"Feng Gege, are you okay?" Seeing Mo Ziyan leave, the red-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Slap!" Feng Qi directly slapped her and roared, "Do I look like I'm okay? Hurry up and call an ambulance, you idiot?!" Stealing a chicken only to lose the rice, Feng Qi was almost exploding with rage.
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Mo Ziyan rushed back to her hotel room in a hurry. She took out her phone to call Ye Kunlun. But thinking that Ye Kunlun was busy, she put her phone away. "Hoo—Kunlun Gege said I'm a Xiantian Grandmaster now, so ordinary people can't be my match!" Mo Ziyan took a deep breath to calm herself.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Mo Shiyao calling.
"Hello, Yaoyao." Mo Ziyan quickly answered the phone.
"Sis, how are the products?" Mo Shiyao guessed that by this time, she should be done with her work and would call Mo Ziyan.
"Very good, we're preparing to sign the contract tomorrow," Mo Ziyan replied with a smile.
"Sis, I have two good friends in Jicheng. They heard you were in Jicheng and prepared a gift for me, insisting that you help me bring it back." Mo Shiyao sounded a bit helpless.
"Then send me the address. After signing the contract tomorrow, I'll help you pick it up." Mo Ziyan smiled; it wasn't a big deal.
"Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow morning."
"Sis, you should rest early."