"Senior, you misunderstand. If you hadn't lent us a hand just now, we juniors would already have been buried beneath those demon birds' talons. Though this junior's aptitude is dull, I am not someone who cannot tell good from bad. I still understand repaying kindness. Besides, even if Senior had not helped us, your willingness to settle down in our Hundred Herb Sect would be our honor. This junior would only be overjoyed—how could there possibly be any refusal?" The middle-aged man's dry laugh reached his ears. His expression was sincere to the extreme, though most of it was probably put on.
Lin Xuan did not expose him either. He turned his head and looked toward the young cultivators. "And you?"
"Senior's honored arrival is more than we juniors could hope for."
"That's right, Senior. The scenery of our Hundred Herb Sect is very beautiful."
As the saying went, newborn calves did not fear tigers. These young people's minds had yet to mature; how could they know the dangers of the world? This was their first time encountering a high-level cultivator like Lin Xuan, and the other party had also saved their lives. From the bottom of their hearts, of course they were utterly willing. Only a trace of hesitation flashed through Shangguan Yan's eyes.
This woman was half worried and half happy.
She had also thought of her martial uncle's concerns, but toward such a high-level cultivator, this woman also felt great yearning. Her heart was extremely conflicted, and she did not know whether her little sister's careless words would bring disaster or fortune to their sect.
But now that matters had reached this point, it was no longer something they could control. No matter what the outcome was, they could only brace themselves and walk on step