"Good!"
Yue'er raised no further objections, and the two of them separated to rest.
They conserved their strength and sharpened their spirits, waiting to deal with the crisis tomorrow.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, the Spirit Race Saintess arrived at the VIP Building.
"What, the other fellow Daoist is not coming with us?" Lin Xuan's expression carried a touch of surprise.
"Foster Father's injuries are quite serious, so on this outing, this concubine will lead the way. Foster Father will not be going."
The Spirit Race Saintess sighed, her expression extremely calm.
Yet in her heart, what she felt at this moment was disbelief.
She knew Foster Father's Supernatural Powers best. Even against an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, victory should have been as certain as ten takes out of ten. As a member of the ancient Spirit Race, losing to a cultivator of the same rank was simply unimaginable.
Yet this time, Foster Father had not only lost, he had suffered a crushing defeat. Without several hundred years of secluded cultivation, his injuries could forget about recovering.
This made her fear of Lin Xuan deepen a little further. Of course, on the surface, she would not show weakness.
As a Tribulation-level cultivator, she still possessed that much depth of mind.
"Oh, that fellow Daoist cannot come? What a pity." Lin Xuan spoke faintly, giving no hint of joy or anger.
"Are you two fellow Daoists ready? How about we set off now?"
"No problem."
Lin Xuan had no objection.
When the Spirit Race Saintess heard this, a wisp of a smile appeared on her face. Her jade hand brushed lightly, and a streak of red radiance shot out. After circling and dancing briefly, it