"Something's wrong!"
An Jing instinctively caught a whiff of serious trouble. Frowning, he muttered, "Surely this isn't like those storytelling tales, where Gu Yeqi's father had a falling-out with his family, went into hiding in the Northern Frontier to live as an ordinary person, and then, because of the Frost Calamity, was forced to sell Ye Qi to strangers to save his daughter. Then he had no choice but to swallow his pride and turn to his parents, using the family's influence to get his daughter back."
"And while looking for her, he discovers there's a huge problem: those strangers are the Demonic Cult, and things start spiraling out of control..."
An Jing gave a slight shake of his head, tossing the far-fetched guess from his mind. "That's so cliché."
Regardless, with this connection, An Jing wasn't worried about his little companions' future prospects. Gu Yeqi truly was a good girl, and as An Jing's deputy, she was quite capable, too.
The Demonic Cult's selection process was certainly brutal, but that also meant that everyone who survived was a dragon among men.
For no other reason than to make sure his closest friends wouldn't be corrupted by demonic energy, An Jing had obtained the Sword Spirit's consent and taught Gu Yeqi and Cang Linzu part of the Qingjing Sword Temple's method for steadying the mind.
Cang Linzu was a genius whose Root Bone and comprehension were second only to An Jing's, and who could even trade a few blows with him. Naturally, he learned quickly, but Gu Yeqi picked up this Cunsi Method even faster.
She was clearly gifted in this regard.
But then again, how had this little Xuanming Manor managed to gather so many Fate Grid bearers, all of them hidden dragons and crouching tigers? Da Chen had