The overall situation had been decided.
Qi Yuexin still stood there blankly, staring at the scene. Listening to Yu Manlou's cries, she felt as though everything were unreal, as if she were trapped in a dream. An Immortal Prefecture direct disciple had been killed just like that, with even his soul captured?
It was Fang Shu's voice entering her mind that jolted her awake:
"Fellow Daoist Qi, how do you think we should deal with Senior Brother Yu next?"
"Hm? Ah?"
Qi Yuexin suddenly came back to herself. Seeing Fang Shu's smiling face, she instinctively wanted to avoid his gaze. But immediately afterward, she worried that such a gesture might cause him to misunderstand and anger the ruthless man before her.
Her lips moved a few times before Qi Yuexin chose to speak softly:
"Senior Brother Hu, you may simply call me Junior Sister. I formally obtained my direct disciple status in the same year as you, Senior Brother, and I have cultivated for less time." Fang Shu found this rather amusing.
Naturally, he could tell that this woman had developed a degree of fear toward him. But it was no matter. Though she was fresh from the nest, lacking experience in magical combat and unskilled in slaughter, she had shown considerable sense during the recent fight. Not only had she not held him back, she had even provided quite a bit of help. Especially now that the battle was over, she had proactively changed how she addressed him. Clearly, it was a gesture of goodwill.
Fang Shu accepted her address without the slightest hesitation. He cupped his hands and said, "Very well. You possess a heavenly spirit root and are far younger than this old fellow. Then I shall presume upon my age and call you Junior Sister Qi."