Zhao Yi’s words implied that he was intending to follow Han Jingru, but the latter couldn’t accept this. After all, many knew that Zhao Yi was a Seventh Stage fighter. I won’t be able to keep a low profile if he tags along with me.
“You can’t come with me,” said Han Jingru.
“Do you know why I had to show up in a mask?”
Zhao Yi was no fool. The mask was clearly to conceal Han Jingru’s identity.
“You don’t want others to know how powerful you are,” answered Zhao Yi.