Li Su took the armor from Qing'er's hands and lowered his head to examine it carefully.
The result of Immortal Prison's punishment, the Black Rider jailers, was their achievement. No matter how useful it was, Li Su had no reason to slight or disregard it.
As he analyzed the inside of the armor, his pupils involuntarily contracted. He raised his head and looked at Bai Su. "Senior Sister, let me see the Dragon Spear."
"Mm!" Bai Su nodded and handed the long spear before him without the slightest hesitation.
At that moment, she could not help drawing a breath. Beneath her calm gaze lay a trace of unease.
Taking her younger sister and leaving—no, it should be called fleeing—even if it had been the best course of action, was still the hardest outcome to accept.
That sense of helplessness, like when they had been in the Northern Kuru Continent, was suffocating.
This could not continue. Nor would she accept things remaining this way.
Having grown up under Xia Kingdom culture as well, she could not accept becoming a burden.
The two sisters were two souls in one body. Bai Su's thoughts were naturally Qing'er's thoughts as well.
After coming back to life and confirming that no one was chasing them, the two women had not curled up in some corner, trembling in fear. They had never been that sort of people. Back in the Northern Kuru Continent, Bai Su had been the strongest Heavenly Immortal, while Qing'er had been the strongest Golden Core cultivator.
One had dug up dragon bones to escape, while the other had still dared to fight desperately even after being nailed to the ground by dragon bones. It was clear just how unyielding the two women were.
Once their bodies and souls had fully recovered, Qing'er