"Yun Mu, oh, Yun Mu, how could you be so vicious? You're still just a child!" Li Zhier muttered as expected before I had even steadied myself.
Because not a trace of aura remained on me, I did not disturb her. I merely stood behind her in an inconspicuous spot.
Li Zhier was a sentimental young girl. When she was alone, what she loved most was not spacing out, but talking to herself. She liked to pour out everything on her mind in one go, perhaps because of the loneliness of her childhood.
A child who devoted herself entirely to cultivation was naturally innocent and romantic. Of course, that required a carefree life—but unfortunately, Li Zhier had been born into such an environment and had such a father, which had also made her so melancholy and sensitive.
"But I don't know why... I feel that you're becoming more and more like him. If he had run into this situation, would he have done the same as you?" Li Zhier sat kneeling on the mat, sprawled limply over the table like an adorable sloth.
"Sigh. I don't even know if I'm just too useless... Whenever something like this happens, all I can think about is having someone come help me... But..." When Li Zhier reached this point, she suddenly stopped. She took out the pendant hanging at her chest and gazed at it before letting out a distant sigh. "You know... this time, I actually didn't keep wishing for you to suddenly appear. Instead... instead, I found myself wishing that little brat would hurry back more often... That little devil is just as detestable as you. He can make people afraid, yet he also makes them feel completely at ease, because just like you, he's only fierce toward bad people... Of