Bibi Dong felt utterly exhausted. She had only let her mind wander for a moment, and Little Jiu had been struck by the holy sword. She was truly speechless. She really had intended to save him.
"Forget it. He brought this on himself! Even if I wanted to save him, it's too late!"
Bibi Dong also descended into the lava cave and said leisurely, "Great Elder, are you planning to find Little Jiu's corpse and personally bring it before Qian Renxue?"
Qian Daoliu's heart jolted. He had nearly forgotten his granddaughter. He immediately said, "Just tell her that the boy's fate is unknown. Leave Xiao Xue something to hold on to. Don't let her do anything foolish!"
"Everything in Spirit Hall is under your command. This Old Man has something to do and will be leaving for a while."
After saying that, Qian Daoliu transformed into a streak of light and hurriedly flew toward the sea.
"He actually believed it! I really have to hand it to that little bastard. Even dead, he can still fool people!"
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment. But if it had been her, even if she knew Little Jiu was deceiving her, she might still have gone to take a look. Yet when she remembered that song Little Jiu had sung, something about an itch, Bibi Dong wanted to stab him to death with a spear!
"Kid, I have to admit that you're impressive, but you love courting death so much. Look at you now—you got yourself killed!"
Bibi Dong swept the area with her Spiritual Power as well, but found nothing. She shook her head, turned, and returned to Spirit Hall.
"Mother, where's Little Jiu?" Qian Renxue ran over, her face full of worry.
"Your grandfather wounded him with a sword. Whether