"Junior Brother, where are we going now?"
The Sword Palace girl narrowed her eyes and said delightedly.
As cultivators went, she was truly young.
She had reached the Yang God realm at merely sixteen. Compared to cultivators of the same level, who were casually several hundred or even a thousand years old, she would forever be the little sister.
But things were different now. At last, there was someone younger than her.
A boy of only twelve.
How novel!
She was finally no longer the youngest. What bliss.
The corner of Li Su's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
This mindset was not impossible to understand; it was mainly shaped by her surroundings. It was fresh for now, but once more people started calling her that—especially the day someone called her "Auntie"—she would surely feel as though she had been struck by lightning.
Beside them, Xia pressed her lips together and smiled. Though their current situation was exceedingly dangerous, considering Qing'er's age, she could not take it too seriously.
Besides, Li Su's helpless expression was rather amusing.
Over the past two days, he had been quite cold.
He rarely spoke, always coming and going in haste, giving off an icy impression.
Yet now, beneath the Sword Palace girl's repeated chatter, he was gradually falling apart.
"We're going to the first main thoroughfare."
Li Su said softly, "All the way here, that was the only place that received special arrangements. If there's a problem with the slots, it can only be there."
Upon hearing this, both women's expressions turned solemn.
Xia said softly, "The first main thoroughfare?"
Clearly, neither she nor the Sword Palace girl knew what had happened there.
They had been ambushed the moment they entered, their entire team scattered. Fortunately, Xie Luoshang had sensed that something was wrong;