"Young Master, can we not leave?"
A timid voice reached his ears, and Lin Xuan's expression froze in surprise. He turned his head and saw Yue'er lowering her lovely head, her two small hands clasped together nervously.
The little girl truly felt uneasy.
From Xiao Tao, she had learned a few more things. Her Nascent Soul Formation had been so fraught with twists and turns because true immortals had interfered.
Because they had changed the Laws of Heaven and Earth, they had needlessly increased the difficulty of her condensing a Nascent Soul.
In other words, even if she found a heaven-defying medicine, her hopes of condensing a Nascent Soul would still be extremely slim.
There was only one chance.
To obtain the Asura God Blood.
How could Yue'er let such an opportunity slip by?
But she also did not know how to tell Young Master.
If she spoke frankly, her identity would be exposed.
Lying was the only choice.
But in two hundred years, Yue'er had never lied to Lin Xuan.
For a moment, the little girl was so anxious she did not know what to do, and tears were almost about to fall.
Lin Xuan and Ouyang exchanged a glance, both feeling greatly astonished.
"Yue'er, don't panic. Is there something you can't conveniently tell me?" Lin Xuan's heart ached terribly, and he hurriedly spoke in a gentle voice.
"No... Young Master, this maidservant didn't mean to hide it from you." Yue'er, however, misunderstood, and became even more anxious.
"All right, all right, I know you didn't mean to hide it from me." Lin Xuan opened his arms and pulled the little girl into his embrace. "It's just that my darling has something she can't conveniently say. There's nothing strange about that. Everyone runs into the same kind of difficulty.