After saying that, Xiao Xun'er cut off the communication. She crouched down, rested her head on her arms, and began to cry.
Primeval Land. Quasi-Emperors.
Was that somewhere a Four Star Dou Sheng could go?
How could Xiao Xun'er fail to understand the danger of this journey?
She had deliberately forced herself not to mention the dangers involved. She did not want Yang Shan to feel too much pressure.
She also knew that Yang Shan had to go on this journey!
Just as she would have to shoulder the Ancient Clan's heavy responsibilities in the future.
What happened in the Primeval Land concerned the fate of the entire Dou Qi Continent.
She knew she should not have asked at that moment, yet she had asked anyway.
It was not that she insisted on being jealous at a time like this or comparing herself to Zi Yan.
She truly did not want to say anything that would burden Yang Shan. She could only clumsily use this method to keep the conversation from turning sad.
Yet in the end, Xiao Xun'er could not suppress her feelings.
The last time she had cried was on her fourth birthday.
Her father had been busy with clan affairs. She had waited until midnight and cried until midnight.
But all her four-year-old self remembered was the guilt on her father's face when he returned at midnight, and the candy in his hand.
As for the sadness and tears, she had long forgotten them.
From now on, she had to remember that tears tasted salty, just like in the stories Junior told.
As Xiao Xun'er cried uncontrollably, only one thought remained in her mind:
Husband, you haven't married me yet. You have to stay alive.
Who knew how much time passed before Xiao Xun'er sensed someone approaching.