"My lord, I would not refuse even unto death!" Ji Juechen's voice rang with the clangor of a blade leaving its sheath.
"Young Lord, Young Lord!"
"I want to go too!" A pink-and-blue figure fluttered to Ling Han's side like a cheerful butterfly. Wang Dong'er blinked her lively eyes as her pink-and-blue butterfly wings gently beat.
"I've never seen a true duel of swordsmanship before!"
"And my Soul Power is high—I can protect you, Young Lord!" The pure aura of light around her naturally drew close to Ling Han, carrying a gentle warmth.
Ling Han glanced at her and did not refuse. "Fine."
"You'll follow me."
"Wonderful!" Wang Dong'er clapped her hands happily.
Just then, a golden-red figure appeared beside Ling Han as though she had teleported. Her brilliant golden dragon eyes calmly swept over Ji Juechen and Wang Dong'er before finally settling on Ling Han. Her voice was cool and direct. "Where are you going? Is it dangerous?" It was Wang Qiu'er.
Ling Han gave a slight nod. "To the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"To challenge Chen Xin."
"You'll come along as well, just in case."
Wang Qiu'er did not waste any words. She merely answered, "Mm," and took her place on Ling Han's other side.
Her presence made even the excited Wang Dong'er instinctively restrain some of her delight as she felt that pure pressure, like a blazing sun of molten gold.
Wang Dong'er secretly examined Wang Qiu'er's flawless profile and flowing golden hair. Her large eyes brimmed with curiosity and an inexplicable sense of closeness.
Wang Qiu'er seemed to notice her gaze. Her golden dragon eyes gave Wang Dong'er an exceedingly indifferent glance, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, before turning away.
"Let's go." At Ling Han's command, the four figures became streaks of light and shot