Beibei looked at North Divine Venerable and Guapi the Great Emperor, finding it quite amusing how they ended up in such a miserable state.
"Uncle Bai?"
The little one blinked her eyes, as she also spotted Guapi the Great Emperor on the ground.
An Qing asked Long Yanran if she had any healing pills, but the latter shook her head.
The little one dug into her pocket, saying she had some, prompting Long Yanran to quickly speak up—could her pills even be eaten?
"Humph..." The little one curled her lips. Why wouldn't they be edible? She stopped taking out pills, showing utter disdain!
The battle in the sky reached a white-hot pitch—not five-on-five, but six-on-five. Su Kuangshi was not here, and nobody knew where he went.
Meanwhile, the figure of the little milk dog emerged. It was engaged in a fierce battle with a fire beast, and nobody knew when it had run off.
This fire beast could actually go toe-to-toe with the God of Death's envoy, possessing truly formidable strength.
Bang!
A figure plummeted down. Beibei patted the air, and as the thick fog dissipated, they realized it was Celestial Venerable Mengluo. He was in a wretched state, having actually passed out cold.
Qi Xian had no intention of going to help, preparing instead to coax Beibei into helping out.
"Little Beibei, don't you think this is fun?"
"Fun, fun!"
"Then why don't you unleash an awesome sword technique?" Qi Xian teased.
Beibei's eyes went round, and she immediately produced her copy of Sword Scripture, starting to study the third chapter!
The little one went to look too, but immediately shook her head—she didn't want to learn it.
Long Yanran and An Qing both watched curiously from behind, but after exchanging a glance, they shook their heads in unison.