"Will the Stronghold Chief be all right? I just felt like the ground was shaking."
Below the steps of the Leifeng Pagoda ruins, Wang Yuyan was restless and anxious as she paced in place, repeatedly raising her head to look toward Leifeng Pagoda. Her pretty face was full of worry.
Murong Qingqing walked over with a calm smile and took one of Wang Yuyan's soft hands, comforting her. "Yuyan, don't worry. Your Stronghold Chief will be fine. General Yue and Brother Xiao both explored beneath the pagoda before, and they returned safely. Your Stronghold Chief is the Champion King, whose strength surpasses three armies and whose divine arts are unmatched. Of course he'll be fine."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true."
"I hope so."
Wang Yuyan murmured, then smiled at Murong Qingqing's beautiful yet imposing and cool face. Seeing the fearless courage in her eyes, she felt much more at ease and shook her head.
"Actually, I'm not that worried about him. I know he can definitely handle it."
Murong Qingqing held back a laugh. Her beautiful eyes shifted as she leaned closer and deliberately drew out her tone. "Is that so?"
Wang Yuyan's tender face reddened, and she lowered her head. "Y-yes. It's just that there are so many mechanisms down there. I can't help being afraid. It would have been better if the Stronghold Chief had discussed it with us beforehand.
"Or if he'd learned the new cultivation technique I recently developed before going down, I would've been much more at ease."
"Oh~~~ So there's a girl who says one thing and means another. In the end, she still isn't quite at ease!"
Murong Qingqing shook her head and laughed teasingly.
"Big Sister Qingqing, don't make fun of me."
Greatly embarrassed, Wang Yuyan clung to Murong Qingqing's arm and