Qing Ye listened to Junior Sister's words, merely patting her back lightly in reply.
At that moment.
Bright Moon Venerable descended and glanced at Qing Ye. "Hurry up. If we delay any longer, Ye Qingxian will catch up."
Qing Ye smiled warmly, more like she was mocking herself. "Ye Qingxian really is detestable. It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that everyone wants to beat her up."
I nodded in agreement.
Bright Moon Venerable gave me a speechless look and swept his sleeve.
It was as if the stars shifted and the world turned, as time and space endlessly changed.
By the time we could see our surroundings again, we had arrived somewhere completely unfamiliar.
Qing Ye looked at the empty space behind us and took out a Sound Transmission Talisman. She summoned several powerful figures from the Ye Family's ancestral grounds to make up for the loss in fighting strength caused by her departure.
She couldn't just watch the sect get attacked.
As a core member of the sect, Ye Qingxian understood the situation at Wuya Sect better than ordinary people. It might seem to be tottering in the storm, but its true foundations had yet to be touched.
How could a foundation accumulated over billions of years crumble overnight?
Hadn't even the powerful Thirty-Six Supreme Alliance refrained from attacking rashly?
Tianwu Continent.
Beiyan Kingdom.
A border town.
Two figures emerged from the void.
Yangyang struggled down from my arms. "Yangyang can go adventuring in the Cultivation World now, too."
I chuckled. "You're not even a year old. What are you going to use to go adventuring?"
Yangyang raised her head. "Who says? I have my own claws..."
I furrowed my brow, and Yangyang's words abruptly trailed off.
She secretly stole a few glances at Qing Ye, especially when