"Then, Young Master, should we call for backup?"
Lin Wan'er blinked as she asked, looking eager to spring into action.
She had nursed her grudge against the Great River Sword Sect for nearly a million years.
Back then, the Great River Sword Sect had suppressed her with an Emperor Corpse, and she had died full of hatred. If not for a sliver of obsession lingering within a fragment of her life-bound Dao sword, allowing her to cling to existence, she probably would not have retained even a remnant soul.
She dreamed of settling that blood debt.
Now that she heard Chen Changqing say they were going to the Great River Sword Sect, the killing intent she had suppressed for so long surged up at once, and she involuntarily tightened her grip on her sword hilt.
At her words,
Chen Changqing could not help tapping her little head again. He laughed. "Since when has your young master ever needed backup?"
"Oh!"
Lin Wan'er rubbed her little head and stuck out her tongue, looking exactly like the little tagalong who had followed Chen Changqing around a million years ago.
That's right!
The young master was no longer the same as before.
With his current abilities, even if the Great River Sword Sect brought out its Emperor Corpse to fight, it would probably be doomed to accomplish nothing.
Recalling how easily Chen Changqing had defeated Qin Xiaoyao just now, while she had been unable to do anything to him, Lin Wan'er could only feel even greater admiration and reverence.
Even after a million years, the young master was still the young master who had stood invincible over an entire era!
"All right, once I've refined these heavenly treasures, we'll head over..."
Chen Changqing smiled, his gaze sweeping across the mountainlike piles of spirit