"We should not be hasty in this matter,"
Zhao Qingmei set down her porcelain bowl and said, "Wait until the spies of the Human Sect have gathered more information, then we can discuss and make decisions."
An Jing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Madam, do you mean that Cha Rong today...?"
A smile appeared on the corners of Zhao Qingmei's mouth, revealing dimples, "After all, he is from a different race; it's never a big mistake to be cautious."
Looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed to have everything under control, with her spirited and commanding presence, one couldn't help but be slightly mesmerized.
An Jing thought for a moment and said, "Do we have any information on Qiu Fengsheng?"
He had only heard the name of this martial arts master but did not know much about him.
"I have it here for you."
Zhao Qingmei walked inside the house, then took out a thick stack of white papers and said, "The majority of Qiu Fengsheng's lifetime achievements are all here."