"In that case, congratulations in advance." Qing Qian managed a slight smile and then turned to leave, "I'm heading off now. I wish you victory tomorrow. If you win, the Elder You Yue should be very pleased."
"What do you mean!" Zi Ran called out to the departing Qing Qian.
Qing Qian slowly replied, "Actually, from the day you showed up at the Zeming Trading Company, I already sent word back to the Sect. It's been eight or nine days, the Grand Elder You Yue has probably received the news of your return by now. Elder You Yue is critically ill, beyond cure, and the last concern in her life is you, so I had no choice but to inform her immediately that you had returned."
"Grandmother..."
Zi Ran froze in place, her hand suddenly trembling intensely.
She hated Zeming Palace.
Hated her own mother, Elder Mingzhu.
But she did not hate her grandmother, instead, she always cared about her deeply.
