After the meal, Mo Ruyue hurried back to her room. She felt that it would not be easy to find the seven-colored fire seed this time.
Jing Xichen saw that Mo Ruyue's expression wasn't right, so he hurried over to ask about her.
"Don't mind those people's words too much. Their strength is not even comparable to a disciple of the Demon Realm who does odd jobs."
He had just gone out to do a mission, so he didn't want to be scared.
"I know, but I think we should keep a low profile. The news has already spread before they even came out."
It was comparable to the speed of modern media.
Mo Ruyue didn't want to get into trouble before she even finished her mission.
She wanted to be fearless and kill anyone who stood in her way, but she had to have the strength to do so. If she didn't have the strength and still acted arrogantly, wouldn't she be cannon fodder?
