Before I could say anything, Jidong Kui panicked first. She looked toward Li Guxian and Xijun and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoists! What exactly happened to my husband!? You said he possessed Old Li Tianjian, so where did he go!?"
"Fellow Daoist Jidong! Old Li Tianjian obtaining the Twelve Remnant Scrolls is the biggest problem right now! You're asking us what happened to him—do you think we have the time to worry about that too? Besides, possession doesn't mean death. It only means his spiritual body was driven out!" Although Xijun didn't dare face me, that didn't mean she had no temper. Her mood was likely already terrible, and then Jidong Kui had come running over to shout at her. It was like slamming straight into an iron wall.
"You!" Jidong Kui's expression turned ugly. She immediately stopped paying attention to us and flew rapidly back along the path Xijun and the others had come from.
I looked at Xijun, who had lowered her head gloomily again, and said, "Rather than getting hung up on this, we should first think about how to reclaim the remnant scrolls. Besides, if they can't get out, what good are twelve remnant scrolls? They'll only go mad here over the course of several thousand years. Xijun, don't blame yourself too much. Who hasn't made a mistake? As long as you're all safe, that's what matters."
"Big Brother... you're not angry with me?" Tears shimmered in Xijun's eyes. I smiled and said, "We've walked through life and death together all this way. We've faced even greater troubles. Do you really think I can't withstand something this small?"
"Big Brother, don't worry. I'll definitely take back the remnant scrolls! Whatever you say now, I'll do it!" Xijun said, moved.
I thought it over and already had an