Xing'er gripped the sword in her hand tightly. After all, Fan Xiao was closest to her in age and had taken great care of her these past few days, so a resolve to protect him had also risen in her heart. Besides, Fan Xiao was unimaginably strong-willed and still refused to yield even at a time like this.
"Relax a little. Your opponent isn't someone you can defeat with brute force alone. Of course, even with only one hand, his strength is still far beyond what you expect." I calmly reminded her.
"Xing'er understands." Only then did Xing'er relax every inch of her body. At the same time, her majestic sword aura spread upward after it, as though it were blazing flames.
"Oh? This sword aura really does have your style. Yitian, are you inside this child's body? With only a wisp of thought? It must be miserable, right? So whenever something happens, you never tell your big brother. Just tell me. How could I not help you? As long as you say the word, big brother will prepare a Dao Seed beneath the Nine Heavens for you, and wouldn't that settle everything? Why hide inside the body of a minor disciple? Sigh, in the end, you still don't trust your big brother, do you?" Xia Ruize's expression changed with alarming speed. His emotional instability had also begun back when he had fought Li Poxiao to the bitter end.
"Grand-Master Uncle, I'm ready." Xing'er assumed her stance but did not answer him. Taihua Jun and several disciples, however, were left dumbfounded. They had vaguely sensed that I was present before, but had always respected Xing'er and never asked. They had not expected Xia Ruize to blurt it out so directly.
"Heh heh, you still refuse to admit it, Yitian. But