"I'll go with you," Yuan said worriedly.
Xu Kun smiled. "No need. You and Xiaoxiao should take the Miscarriage Spring water to Jian Jian and the others."
As he spoke, Xu Kun removed the Dragon-Patterned Gourd from his waist, feeling around before handing it to her.
He reassured her, "Don't worry. They won't defy the Angel Race, much less dare harm me."
Though Xu Kun was blind now, his thoughts had instead settled.
Chu Weiwei had already met her sister, so naturally, the other woman knew why he had come.
No matter what he had done before, the royal palace had remained as still as a pool of dead water. It was only after the Holy Infant King from Flame Mountain suddenly arrived and blew out Xu Kun's eyes that they had finally invited him into the palace.
Xu Kun's main purpose in coming here was still to ascend to the Heavenly Kingdom and save Zhan Rourou.
To accomplish that goal, he had made many preparations.
That included first accepting the mission to campaign through the Western Region's nations. Along the way, he had endured no small number of trials.
Such as sensing something amiss in the Loulan Kingdom, then spending two days and nights comprehending the Dao and realizing the sacred sound preaching method that could undo Angel Brands.
Then there had been the Heavenly Reaching River blocking his path, and Peng Li and Zhu Bajie making their moves.
Behind it all, an invisible hand had been pushing Xu Kun forward.
There was no need to doubt it. Every unexpected event he had encountered had been within Uncle Yang's expectations. When Xu Kun faced a crisis he could not resolve, Uncle Yang had even sent his own younger sister to rescue him.
Everything had left traces to follow.
Things