Pei Jue chuckled softly.
"Do you want me to accompany you guys?"
Without thinking, it was obvious that the ancient paintings suddenly missing from Ye Qilan's home a few days ago were the handiwork of Monk Yu Chen.
Yu Chen waved his hands, "No need, no need, you don't understand our style. If you came, you would just add to the chaos for me and Boss Qing. Just coordinate with my senior sister and prepare what's needed for the ritual!"
Pei Jue raised an eyebrow.
This was the first time someone had told him that he was only in the way!
But the speaker was Master Yu Chen, whose vision as a cultivator was always particularly clear. Confronted with those slightly limpid eyes, it was evident that he was speaking his true feelings.
It was hard for Pei Jue to be angry.
"Grandma isn't home, I'll prepare what's needed for the ritual. Come back early. If you need my help, remember to contact me."
The latter half of the sentence was directed at Qingwu.
"Okay, I understand," she replied.