"Yaoer, you can't be joking, effortlessly killing a First Grade Martial Venerate; how is that possible?"
Ling Jingtian's face was full of disbelief. Ye Xuan, currently at the Sixth Grade Martial Sect level, killing a First Grade Martial Venerate in a blink—what kind of joke is this? His expression seemed to be asking Ling Qianxue, daughter, are you sure you're not teasing me?
"Yes, Yaoer, now is not the time for jokes."
Murong Yun also didn't believe Ye Xuan possessed such strength. A mighty First Grade Martial Venerate, not someone you just eliminate on a whim. He knew Ling Qianxue must have said this to reassure them.
But this lie was too far-fetched to be believable.
"I'm not joking."
Ling Qianxue looked at the two men in front of her somewhat speechlessly, then seeing their expressions, it seemed no matter what she said, they wouldn't believe her.
Helpless, she could only look towards Ye Xuan, hoping he would speak up.
