Far away, Gu Qing was tending to the spirit herbs.
These past two days, she had been observing Jiang Hao.
Although most of her time was spent in the Spirit Herb Garden, she still found time to tend to her own matters. Even in the garden, she only took care of her own spirit herbs and didn't interfere with others.
Everything was running smoothly.
'He is kind to ordinary people, to the point where he remains silent even when he sees his spirit herbs withering. Is he trying to avoid making a big fuss, even when it's detrimental to him? It is no wonder he managed to survive in the demonic sect. He's afraid to make enemies. What a pity!'
Gu Qing was amused.
Even if this person died, no one would pay much attention.
The more ordinary a person, the fewer people cared about them.
As for his background, she had already investigated it thoroughly.
They were all fabricated.