Li Piaoqing heaved a sigh of relief, relaxing slightly. She released her sleeves, intertwined her hands, and began to furrow her brows in thought.
"The bodies and the bead are now exposed, but we currently have no one capable of fighting." The girl murmured, "Over at Immortal Platform…"
She strained to comprehend the various complex and chaotic issues, her frown deepening.
"Take a rest first, get your wounds treated."
After being called several times, the girl regained her focus: "Ah... no, I can't do that now, we need to wait for the Immortal Platform to arrive and set the basic tone first."
"Then... I need to write several letters; you should help me deliver them to different places." Li Piaoqing organized the matters in her head, feeling none could be delayed.
"Okay." Pei Ye was not familiar with the intricate relationships between different factions, and he had no ideas at the moment. As the girl said it was important, he let her handle things first.