Looking at Jialan's pale face as she muttered nonstop, Lin Qiye let out a helpless sigh.
"Don't be so nervous. With me here, no one can take you away."
"Wuwuwu... Don't talk!" Jialan was so anxious she was nearly in tears. "Let me think... let me think... The only thing we can do now is go back and find Queen Mother, see if she has a way to extract the Immortal Pill... If that doesn't work, then I can only be refined into a pill... But that would hurt so much. I might as well die..."
Before Jialan could finish, the bright yellow oil-paper umbrella once again covered her head, shielding her from the snow filling the sky.
"I told you, there's no need to be nervous." Dressed in green, Lin Qiye's voice was incomparably calm. "Whether it's Mi Go, the Key of Doors, or the Queen Mother of the West... with me here, no one can hurt you, much less turn you into a pill. Understand?"
Jialan froze slightly.
Looking at the face so close to her, Jialan blinked. Perhaps the sight of Lin Qiye cutting down Mi Go with his sword had left too deep an impression on her. Standing beneath his umbrella, she unexpectedly felt an inexplicable sense of security.
"Who... who exactly are you? Why are you helping me?" Jialan could not help asking after a moment.
"My name is Lin Qiye," he replied calmly. "I'm the one holding an umbrella for you."
Goose-feather snow drifted slowly down from the gray sky, yet not a single flake landed in Jialan's hair. Weak sunlight filtered through the bright yellow umbrella, falling over the two of them like brilliant sunshine and completely cutting them off from the wind and snow outside.
Jialan stared blankly at his face, suddenly