The Green-Clad Little Girl was furious.
What she hated most were opponents who fled when they could not win, yet still insisted on tossing out some vicious parting words.
Bu Sheng Han had even claimed that he was trapped in this chaos as though mired in a great Dao swamp.
Wasn't she in this chaos too?
The weak always found themselves countless excuses!
Pah!
The Green-Clad Little Girl puffed out her cheeks in anger.
Then, she let out a long breath, as if her anger had subsided. Her figure, too, shrank like a deflated ball, instantly becoming no bigger than a thumb.
Standing atop the Green Skin Gourd, she flew before the phantom crane.
"It's over, it's over. The power of your mark can no longer be salvaged. What should we do?"
The little girl circled the phantom crane once, her small face full of remorse. "If I'd acted sooner, it wouldn't have come to this."
The phantom crane could not help but smile. "It is merely the power of a mark. There is no need for you to worry over me, miss."
The little girl sighed. "My master instructed me not to reveal my whereabouts without lord Su's permission. But in such a perilous situation earlier, even if you hadn't come, I still wouldn't have stood by and refused to help lord Su."
"It's nothing."
The phantom crane turned solemn. "May I boldly ask where your master is now?"
The Green-Clad Little Girl said, "On the Unmoored Boat."
The phantom crane asked again, "Could the current Fate Official be your master's close disciple?"
The Green-Clad Little Girl repeatedly shook her head. "No, no. My master and lord Su are Dao companions."
The phantom crane was stunned. "Then why did your master have you follow the Fate Official on his