"It's a long story. Don't worry about my affairs for now. How did you end up here? Are you familiar with this area?" Lu Xiaotian had been fretting over how to learn about the local situation. He'd wanted to capture someone and interrogate them, but even a captive might not tell the whole truth. Since he'd run into Luo Qian's disciple, she was naturally more trustworthy than an outsider.
If she hadn't been Qingli, Lu Xiaotian would already have joined forces with the Phantom Scorpion King to kill her, just as he had the werewolf skeleton they'd dealt with earlier. Against the two of them together—or even either one alone—Qingli, with her unstable foundation, would have had no ability to fight back.
"You, my martial uncle, are nowhere to be found all day, and you never send so much as a message. If there's no place for me here, of course I'm going back to West Nether Province to find Master and Martial Uncle." Qingli's voice carried a trace of discontent. "The route I took here was already impassable, so I had to find another way out. The Netherdemon Corpse Grounds are a little farther from where I was, but they still count as a way out."
"I've been hunted for years. How could I find the time to look after you?" Lu Xiaotian gave a bitter smile.
"No wonder people are asking about you everywhere, Martial Uncle. Who did you offend? With your strength, how did you end up like a rat crossing the street, scurrying from place to place?" Qingli said, sounding rather gleeful.
"An old monster at the Mahayana stage. Of course I can't fight him. But tell me, are you familiar with this area? I came here on an errand. If you know the place, point