Su Mo and Xi'er chatted at length in the palace. After a long while, they turned to the challenge agreed upon at the wedding.
"Su Mo, who were those two women earlier?" Xi'er asked curiously. She had wanted to ask for a long time, but had never found the right moment.
Now that the conversation had reached this point, she took the opportunity to ask.
"They are master and disciple!"
Su Mo sighed, then slowly began to tell Xi'er about Qian Xun Yue and Hong Qingxuan's identities.
Other than the incident between himself and Qian Xun Yue, he told her everything in detail.
It was not that Su Mo wanted to hide it from Xi'er. That matter had been purely an accident, and now Qian Xun Yue's fate was still unknown. He did not want to speak much of it.
After hearing Su Mo's words, Xi'er fell silent. Although Su Mo had not spoken of his feelings for the two women, Xi'er understood as clearly as a mirror.
In such a life-and-death crisis, the two women had stepped forward without regard for their lives. That alone was enough to show how they felt about Su Mo.
And now, Qian Xun Yue had died to save Su Mo. Such devotion was worthy of respect.
"Su Mo, when are you planning to rescue Miss Hong?" Xi'er asked with concern. She knew Su Mo would definitely go to the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect. No one could stop him.
She understood Su Mo very well. He had endured five years of hardship for her sake, so he would certainly not ignore Hong Qingxuan's safety.
"I don't know, but it won't be long." Su Mo shook his head slightly, his expression grave.
With his current strength, if he went to the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect,