"How could I not be anxious?"
Yue'er's face was full of pretty annoyance. "Even if someone made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, and Wang Tinglou fled in another direction, by now he must have gotten far away. If we keep staying here, we most likely won't be able to catch up."
Lin Xuan and Wang Tinglou had a decent friendship, but Yue'er being even more anxious than him was mostly because she wanted to watch the drama.
As the saying went, seeing the tiny signs revealed the whole picture. Although just now at the wine table, the conversation of those Cultivators had not been very clear, Yue'er was no longer what she once was. Having inherited Asura King's memories, even if she had only heard a scale and half a claw, she could still make connections and keep guessing from there.
Wang Tinglou should not be in danger of losing his life, but next, there would definitely be a good show.
Girls were always rather curious.
If she had not known about this, then fine.
But since she had happened to run into it, how could there be any reason not to go take a look?
At that thought, Yue'er's heart itched even more unbearably. Though the table was full of delicacies and fine dishes, how could she still eat?
"Silly girl, what are you anxious for? Your young master guarantees you'll be able to watch a good show."
Lin Xuan's expression, however, was incomparably calm—or rather, he looked as if victory was already in his grasp.
Yue'er was first startled, then her face also returned to calm.
As his dual-cultivation Dao companion, she understood her young master better than anyone. Lin Xuan's curiosity was extremely heavy as well.
Since he was still sitting here