The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect was an orthodox sect of the mystic path. That did not mean everyone there was like Xiao Wujian.
Besides, after what had happened with Baili Lingquan, there might be people within the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect secretly setting their sights on him.
It would be fine if his identity as one with an Immortal Body remained concealed. But once it was exposed, it might instead bring disaster upon him.
Su Shi'er had traveled the Cultivation World for many years and had long cultivated a heart with seven apertures, crystal-clear and keen. He saw all manner of matters with exceptional clarity.
In life, the only one a person could ever truly rely on was oneself.
For the remainder of their journey through the Quicksand Land, he could only rely on his own strength to maneuver through the dangers as well.
There was naturally no need to tell Xiao Yue and Han Yu about these concerns.
Hearing this, Xiao Yue shifted her gaze back to Han Yu beside her.
"Junior Brother Han, time waits for no one. Let us first escort Martial Uncle's final lingering trace of primordial spirit back to the sect."
Han Yu forcibly suppressed his grief and worry, immediately nodding at her words.
Just as he was about to speak—
"Don't... waste your effort!"
An incomparably weak voice came from behind him.
The moment the voice rang out, Han Yu's body jolted violently. Before he could react, the black wooden case on his back trembled lightly.
A streak of flowing light carrying sword intent shot out from it and hovered above the group.
Within the flowing light, Xiao Wujian's nearly transparent Nascent Soul appeared before everyone.
Before his form could even stabilize, it began slowly dissipating from the bottom upward at a speed visible