The Yellow Springs Demoness was clearly crossing through Jambu Gate for the first time. Though she had prepared herself beforehand, she still felt flustered and uneasy in the face of an entirely new world.
Without a word, she clutched Xiang Yuan's hand while secretly studying Senior Zombie, who had followed close behind.
"Chan'er, your palm is sweaty."
Xiang Yuan spoke in a low voice, turning to look at the outwardly calm Yellow Springs Demoness. "Don't panic. With your martial uncle here, no one can hurt you."
As he spoke, Senior Zombie stepped forward.
Chan'er tightened her grip on Xiang Yuan's hand. Her voice was cold and flat, stripped of its former innocence and sweetness. "Martial Uncle, Jambu Gate truly is a great fortune. Chan'er believes you now. The oath you swore before was not false. Given time, you will surely be able to stand up for Chan'er."
Mm, given time!
Xiang Yuan withdrew his hand and patted Chan'er on the head. "I won't go back on an oath I've sworn. If I say it, I'll do it. I hope Chan'er is the same—if you promise something, you must keep your word."
"Chan'er understands."
Chan'er released Xiang Yuan's hand and shifted a step to the side, still keeping her guard up against Senior Zombie.
It was plain to see that the silent Senior Zombie was a corpse puppet controlled by Xiang Yuan, one of his greatest aids.
She just did not know where this zombie had come from, or how capable it was.
Jambu Gate could bring attendants inside. This piece of intelligence was extremely important. She made up her mind that next time, she would bring a few cannon fodder in as well.
Thinking of Jambu Gate, Chan'er's thoughts stirred. Everything here was steeped in strangeness. Xiang Yuan was being