A petite figure seemed to have completely merged with the darkness.
A layer of strange energy pushed away the invisible spiritual sense like rippling water, forming an absolute blank spot that did not exist within the spiritual-sense network of the Cultivation World.
"Senior Sister."
I slowly raised my head and gazed pleadingly at Ye Qingxian.
In Ye Xiaoyao's understanding, the latter had been coaxed into coming along of her own accord. In Ye Qingxian's own understanding, however, she had been forcibly dragged over by Junior Sister...
It couldn't be helped.
Junior Sister's attitude had been so forceful.
She was only a Little Little Senior Sister. What reason could she possibly have to refuse Junior Sister's request?
At that moment, faced with my limpid, lively eyes, Ye Qingxian felt extremely awkward. She shifted her gaze to the tree beside her and began silently reciting the Diamond Sutra in her heart: Junior Sister acting coquettishly only toward Senior Sister was a sign of intimacy between senior and junior sisters. What about it could possibly be abnormal...
"Senior Sister, take another look at Ranxing. She isn't beyond saving, is she? Even if you don't like her, at least show her some mercy in public." I added, "Of course, I'm not talking about this time. This time, I've made up my mind to let her suffer a little. I mean from now on."
Ye Qingxian looked down at the sleeve she was holding by one corner.
Only half of a few fingers showed from beneath Junior Sister's slightly long sleeve, tugging at the edge of her Immortal Skirt's flowing sleeve.
Ye Qingxian did not answer the question directly. Instead, she spoke in an offhand tone. "You should put on a jacket. The wind in the Cultivation World is different from that in the lower