She had indeed harbored murderous thoughts. But with Shang Qinghua present, she could not make them too obvious.
Even so, Yin Su had perceived it.
Gu Xiang could not understand it.
A young girl raised within Flying Opera Group, what ability could she possibly possess to sense killing intent from such a distance?
Because Yin Su had never been sent on a single mission, Gu Xiang had no clear grasp of her capabilities. Yet from what she had just witnessed, the girl might already surpass her.
That thought made Gu Xiang's brows knit tightly.
Yin Su lowered her eyes and brushed her plain skirt lightly, dusting it off.
On the ground beneath her feet were still the step diagrams Yue Mingxuan had drawn earlier.
She let out a soft laugh.
"Sister Gu worries too much. I'm nothing more than an ordinary person. My apologies for disturbing your martial practice. I'll take my leave."
With that, she leapt away, her toes landing lightly on the same tree branch as before.
