When she saw Zheng Fa again, Xiao Yuying's gaze became somewhat complicated:
From the bottom of her heart, Zheng Fa's every effort to rescue her did not truly surprise her.
Xiao Yuying had always been rather confident, believing herself to be quite valuable to the Nine Mountains Realm.
But Zheng Fa's display was somewhat frightening—
The Sun-Moon Bell hung above his head, Senior Sister Zhang held the Pure Tranquility Bamboo, and Jiao Wuji stood behind him gripping the Myriad Demon Banner.
He had brought along his whole household, as if he intended to wipe out the Profound Mystery Sect in one stroke.
If Xie Qingxue were added to the mix, this combination would not fall short even before the Five Sects.
Even Xiao Yuying, confident to the point of arrogance, had to ask herself: Am I worth this?
Seeing Xiao Yuying safe and sound, the blade-light and sword-shadows in Zheng Fa's eyes instantly sheathed their blades and turned their horses loose upon southern mountains, restoring his usual gentle expression.
With such a grand display, Zheng Fa had naturally prepared for the worst—though it was not solely for Xiao Yuying. Mainly... having more people around put him at ease.
He gave Xiao Yuying a slight nod, then looked toward the three from the Celestial River Sect and cupped his hands in thanks.
"Fairy Xie, Brother Yan, it has been a long time. Old Han, you came too?"
He had not seen this Setting-Sun Sword Immortal for quite some time either. He had not expected Xie Qingxue to bring Old Han along this time.
Old Han looked at Zheng Fa, his eyes carrying a trace of emotion.
Zheng Fa might have looked as though he had not seen him in ages, but Old Han remembered that he had only known Zheng Fa