"Immortal... Sister?"
Xie Daoyun parted her lips, and only after a long moment did she manage to utter the somewhat unfamiliar form of address.
Seeing how awkwardly she said it, Qing Nu merely smiled. "I'll take Xi Xuan, you, and your children with me. Get your things together. You have half an hour."
Children?
At Qing Nu's words, Xie Daoyun's expression dimmed.
How many children did she even have left?
In the turmoil, most of the Wang Clan's descendants had died in battle. Her children were among them, of course.
"You—"
A leader among the soldiers at the back stepped forward. He had barely spoken when Qing Nu turned to look at him.
Smiling, Qing Nu nodded to him. "Don't worry. I won't stop you. I'm only taking them."
The man shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't do..."
"But I'm not asking your permission."
Qing Nu spoke softly. As soon as she finished, ice spikes appeared before every soldier there. Their sharp tips pressed straight against the soldiers' foreheads.
"Hiss—"
At the sight, countless people drew in a sharp breath.
Th-this...
Was the woman before them an Immortal?
The soldiers stared at Qing Nu in shock and disbelief.
The Goddess sat leisurely in the main chair of the inner hall, one hand resting on the armrest as she looked at them.
"Calmed down?"
The soldiers hurriedly nodded.
The leader was even more astonished. "You... are you an Immortal?"
They had taken up arms in the name of the Five Pecks of Rice Dao and revered talk of Immortals. Now an Immortal had truly appeared—and she was standing against them?
Th-this...
What were they supposed to do?
"You can kill as many Aristocrats as you like. I don't care. I have only one demand: don't slaughter the innocent."
"Whoever disobeys,