In the Royal Secret Vault, Shang Xinlei watched as items appeared out of thin air, her expression quite complex.
Yan Qing could understand, after all, in her mind, the mastermind behind the trading board should be a powerful entity as formidable as a god or demon, at the very least a world-class conspirator, not an ordinary person who hasn't even reached Foundation Establishment, and certainly not someone trapped in a vault thirty or so feet underground with her.
He observed Shang Xinlei's eyes carefully, trying to catch any emotion she might reveal. In fact, he wasn't afraid that Shang Xinlei would leak this secret, since he had no connections in this world. In the Thief's House under the covers, nobody cares about you. He was more afraid that Shang Xinlei might become greedy.
