My Dear, Don’t Wade in that River

Though Jing Jiu asked him a casual question, a thunderous boom bellowed in Gu Qing's mind.

Gu Qing's hand that held the teacup suddenly became rigid, as he said in a low voice, "I haven't told Zhan Tao yet…I couldn't do it."

Zhao Layue shot a glance Jing Jiu's way, wondering when he started paying attention to the love affairs between men and women.

Jing Jiu didn't notice her gaze and continued, "Try your best to conceal it then. Conceal it until she is dead or you're dead."

Stealing a glance at Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue wondered what kind of nonsense he was talking about, but she restrained herself from making any comment.

Jing Jiu went on, "I want you to come back this time for the preparation of the inaugurating ceremony of the sect master. You'll go back to Zhaoge City after the ceremony."