"Zhou Xuan... You're Zhou Xuan? You didn't die?" I asked in shock. If I hadn't had so many dealings with her, and if her tone hadn't changed, I wouldn't even have dared imagine that she was still alive.
"Survived certain death." Zhou Xuan simply said those four words, without taking off her veil.
After all, she had helped me before. I was happy for her to have survived certain death, but the fact that she hadn't met Grandma—or that Grandma hadn't mentioned her—still surprised me a little. "You've met Grandma, right?"
"A distant glimpse was enough." Zhou Xuan spoke indifferently.
A trace of melancholy and doubt rose in my heart. Zhou Xuan had appeared in Lanzhou and helped us back then, but why hadn't she shown Grandma her true face? I couldn't understand it, but she surely had her reasons. There was no need for me to dwell on it. Immortal clans were heartless—perhaps she was the same.
"All right, then why did you join the Jie Sect, yet end up with people from the Chan Sect? Have the Jie Sect and Chan Sect already begun forming an alliance?" I asked doubtfully. If that was the case, it would be worth considering what exactly they were planning.
"No. I'm only leading the way." Zhou Xuan remained calm.
"Xia Yitian, not everyone is as utilitarian as you!" Li Poxiao glared at me, seemingly unwilling to hear me bring up the Chan Sect and Jie Sect. Then he said, "They came to rescue my nephew."
"Is that Senior Xia over there?! We've already received word that you were coming to rescue us. Please save us!" Whether he had heard Li Poxiao call my name or for some other reason, a cultivator dressed like an elder suddenly shouted from inside. I cursed inwardly.