Xu Lanqing walked over to Ma Xiaotao. He knew that all she wanted now was someone to encourage and support her.
Even without him, if Ma Xiaotao managed to escape the Holy Spirit Cult in the future, she would still make the same choice.
There was no reason for it, but when Xu Lanqing looked into her eyes beneath her wine-red hair, he simply knew she would do it.
Deep in those red eyes, the girl had held on to a tiny trace of goodness, the beautiful side of human nature.
Xu Lanqing thought for a moment, recalling a story he had once read. Then he said:
"Once, there was a story about two prisoners looking out through a prison window. One stared at the mud, while the other gazed up at the stars."
Ma Xiaotao was lost in thought. Her eyes were lowered, and no one could tell what she was looking at. A long silence settled over them.
In the distance, Electrolux watched Xu Lanqing and nodded with satisfaction. He was pleased by how sensible his disciple had become, and couldn't help thinking back on his own past.
The past was like smoke, drifting away on the wind.
He shook his head with a wry smile. What use was there in thinking about it? It had all happened so long ago.
Electrolux returned to the wooden cabin he had built. There was nothing left for him to do here; Xu Lanqing would take care of everything.
"But first, you need to deal with an urgent problem." Xu Lanqing didn't wait for Ma Xiaotao to keep mulling things over.
"What problem?" Ma Xiaotao asked instinctively, then realized.
What problem could she have besides her Martial Soul?
Although she had regained her senses, the Evil Fire in her Martial Soul