"I do not know. I will do my best to investigate thoroughly."
Hu Qianqian lowered her head.
Wang Ping placed a stone on the board, picked up his teacup, and said, "There's no need. From now on, have those Demon Race spies you're managing only handle the most basic intelligence gathering. Just monitor whether any individuals or other factions harbor ill intentions toward Qianmu Temple. Ignore everything else."
He had just gone to great lengths to free himself from a major karmic entanglement and had no desire to get caught up in any others. The mindset and methods of the Demon Race were a world away from his own. His focus now was to cultivate in obscurity.
"Yes, I understand."
Hu Qianqian looked up at Wang Ping, who was contemplating his next move with a black stone in hand. When her eyes met Yu Lian's, Yu Lian gave her a look, signaling that they should go to Baisui Lake for fun later.
After placing his stone, Wang Ping asked, "Any news on Guanmao?"
