"Rongrong, stop talking."
Shui Bing'er was startled and hurriedly gave Ning Rongrong's arm a discreet tug.
This was Spirit Hall's Angel Young Master. Ordinary people could hardly even meet her, and Rongrong dared talk back to her? Was she out of her mind?
"Was I wrong?"
Ning Rongrong wasn't afraid in the slightest.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might not compare to Spirit Hall, but she had grown up doted on by Ning Fengzhi and two Titled Douluos. When had she ever feared anyone?
"Qian Renxue."
Ning Rongrong suddenly grew serious.
"Since you're Spirit Hall's young master, let me ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Once we leave this place, you won't kill us all to silence us and hide the fact that you were stranded on a deserted island, will you?"
The moment she said that, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
Leaving aside everything Chu Xiu had kept hidden, Spirit Hall certainly had the strength to do that with ease.
Ah Yin's heart tightened even more. She was the one who feared Spirit Hall most.
Never mind offending Qian Renxue-even if they were merely passing acquaintances, once Qian Renxue learned that she was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast who had taken human form, she would undoubtedly kill her again for her spirit ring.
"Sigh!"
Qian Renxue sighed helplessly.
She glanced at Chu Xiu. He deserved much of the credit for how their lives had steadily improved over the past few days.
Chu Xiu had also been the first to discover magic power, and he had willingly taught them his cultivation method without holding anything back.
It was only a little physical contact with him. If she could win over such a dazzling talent, what did it matter if she sacrificed her body a little?
"Ning Rongrong, you don't need to