บท 1802: Is 1803 really in the bag?

Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen had naturally guessed correctly. The storm between the cloud sword clan and the protectors was incited by Ling Gusong.

"Wei bei, you're back. How's the investigation going?" As soon as mu Weibei entered the room, Ling Gusong asked anxiously.

"The news can't be wrong. I've seen Ling Chuxi fight before. Although it's a little strange, it's indeed the strength of the early stage of heavenly Yuan." Mu Weibei wiped the sweat off his face and replied.

"Could there be a trap? Is that girl deliberately hiding her strength?" Ling Gusong asked worriedly.

Ever since he had suffered a loss at Ling Chuxi's hands the last time, Ling Gusong had become more wary of her. Or rather, he had some psychological trauma and had become more and more cautious.

"I don't think so. I also noticed something else." Mu Weibei said.

"What is it?" Ling Gusong asked curiously.