Xiao Xi'er no longer kept her head lowered.
Deliberately ignoring the corpses on the ground, she continued onward.
The air was thick with the smell of scorching, blood, and an indescribable, strange scent left behind after burning.
As she drew closer and closer to the Main Peak hall, the sounds of fighting and screams came from the street corners ahead.
Xiao Xi'er became even more vigilant.
She had been continuously circulating her Martial Spring, seeking to store more true qi within her qi sea so she could face any danger that might come.
Then, hurried footsteps sounded from a nearby alley.
Xiao Xi'er readied herself.
The cultivators who ran out of the alley wore pale blue Daoist robes, each with a strip of red cloth tied around the right arm.
They were traitorous sect cultivators.
When these traitorous sect cultivators saw Xiao Xi'er walking down the street, they, too, froze briefly.
All of them had suffered injuries, more or less.
In this brutal slaughter, no one could escape unscathed.
At their head was a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
He first glanced in Xiao Xi'er's direction, then stopped where he was and bowed respectfully and humbly.
He did not perform a clasped-hands salute.
Because every one of those traitorous sect cultivators held a weapon.
"..."
Xiao Xi'er said nothing, nor did she return the gesture.
She merely watched the traitorous sect cultivators hurry past her, their footsteps fading farther and farther away.
Her Master, Gan Zhen, was the leader of the traitorous sect cultivators.
It was precisely because of this that they had been so stunned when she helped Steward Sun resist the traitorous sect disciples.
Xiao Xi'er cast all the thoughts in her mind aside.
Then she continued hurrying toward the Main Peak hall.
The distance between Xiao Xi'er and