"That ferocious beast is far too dangerous. I'm going with you. As long as we aren't trapped by the beast, I can cast a forbidden escape art. In a crisis, there's a good chance I can take you and flee." Qin Fengming's words had barely fallen when Qingyu's firm voice rang out.
Qingyu's true feelings showed plainly. Her gaze was resolute, and she spoke without the slightest hesitation, leaving no room for doubt.
He Xuan's body suddenly straightened, and his expression grew incomparably solemn. Though he said nothing, the decisiveness in his eyes was already clear.
It was obvious that he was willing to go as well.
Since accompanying Qin Fengming, He Xuan had gone through countless dangers with him. Perils in which they had been utterly helpless, with life and death nearly brushing against their bodies, had already numbered more than five.
No matter what danger they faced, He Xuan had never shown even the slightest hesitation, nor had he ever retreated by so much as a fraction.
Seeing Qingyu and He Xuan's expressions and hearing their words, Venerable Jie Mie was deeply shaken.
He had lived in the Cultivation World for a long time and had witnessed far too many people part ways when confronted with life-or-death crises. Some cultivators had even abandoned others to die so that they themselves could survive.
The profound bond shared by the three before him was exceedingly rare in the Cultivation World. They knew that this journey would mean certain death nine times out of ten, yet none of them showed the slightest retreat. To call such people as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns would not be an exaggeration.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, if I release every yin soul and ghost creature on my person and detonate them without regard for