Yún Yì's smile sent a chill down Yè Shūlí's spine. This sudden "rescue" and excessive enthusiasm made her instinctively vigilant.
"No need," Yè Shūlí declined politely, her tone cold. "We have other business."
Jiang Ye nodded frantically in agreement from the side, silently complaining to himself: *This guy, could he be some kind of "white lotus" saint?*
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