Zhong Nianyao frowned, then spoke up, "Could you describe what that Ling Chao you know looks like?"
Zhang Jing was somewhat puzzled but still carefully described Ling Chao's appearance.
After listening to Zhang Jing's description, a flash of realization crossed Zhong Nianyao's eyes.
Indeed, it was the same Ling Chao she knew. In the past, she had only thought of Ling Chao as a selfish person; she hadn't expected that he was burdened with a person's death!
During the time she had invoked the "pen spirit," she hadn't paid too much attention to Ling Chao. Otherwise, she would also have noticed the debt of life on him.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Seeing Zhong Nianyao's expression, Zhang Jing felt somewhat uneasy, not knowing if something had happened.
"It's nothing, it's just—" Zhong Nianyao turned toward Zhang Jing, flashed a brilliant smile, and then said, "The Ling Chao you mentioned, I know him as well."
"What?" Zhang Jing was shocked, then worried, "Then you—"
