Resting his chin on his hand, Lin Xuan seemed to be weighing something.
Wu Yun'er did not even dare breathe too loudly.
Only after the time it took to drink a full cup of tea did green radiance suddenly surge around Lin Xuan, wrapping the girl within it.
"Martial Uncle." Wu Yun'er froze, then her pretty face flushed red.
"The stretch ahead is too dangerous. Even if you stay close at my side, I'm afraid I may not be able to look after you." Lin Xuan's expression remained as usual as he spoke calmly.
In truth, he had considered leaving Wu Yun'er where she was, but this independent space was far too strange. Right now, this place looked calm and untroubled, but who could guarantee that some danger would not appear in a little while?
No matter how one put it, this girl was Qin Xin's beloved disciple. Lin Xuan naturally could not possibly leave her to fend for herself.
"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"
Wu Yun'er was deeply grateful, and in her heart she also secretly guessed that this Martial Uncle Lin's relationship with her master was probably truly far from ordinary. Otherwise, why would he take such care of her?
Lin Xuan transformed into a streak of green rainbow light, but he flew very slowly. Looking out from here, as far as the eye could see, there were only rolling mountains stretching away in every direction.
Moreover, these mountains were not the verdant, lush kind. Most of them were made of gray-black rock. Though not entirely without a blade of grass, they had only a few low shrubs.
"Young Master, the environment here is so harsh. Why would that ancient cultivator senior choose this place for his Tribulation Transcendence?" Yue'er's voice entered his ears, filled with curiosity.
"How would