"Master! You have to come back!" Tears glimmered in Fan Xiao's eyes, and he wore a tragic, heroic expression, like the wind whistling bleakly over the Yi River. But with a sharp smack, Fan Ya soon slapped him on the back of the head. Fan Xiao looked baffled, while his sister snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting? Master's still lying in your Martial Aunt Han's arms!"
I flew on without turning my head, while Han Shanshan burst into giggles from behind me. "His body isn't coming back, but you little rascals should be saying something to show how much you envy your master. He's off to save a damsel in distress now."
"Huh? Uncle-Master Li really is with Master..." Fan Xiao blurted out, only to earn another crisp smack. This time, both his older brothers and his older sister had smacked him on the back of the head.
"What kind of trouble are you stirring up?! It's Daoist Priest Su, all right?"
"Oh, oh, oh... Brother, I only believed the rumors!"
"You little brat, are you tired of living? Master will send all of you to face the wall in meditation when we get back!"
"Speaking of which... You're not allowed to discuss Master behind his back!" Fan Ya's voice quickly shifted from hesitation to determination. She slapped Fan Xiao again, and only then did she stop. I shook my head speechlessly once more. These little rascals really had minds that were far too lively.
Before my eyes, the Dark Forest had vanished. Yet even with two endless pillars of light hanging in the sky, it looked like nothing more than a stark black-and-white world, with the two sides clearly divided.
The light was devouring the darkness. This was probably a sign that the Qiongtian immortal aura was gradually being