"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Qian Wanyu pried the other woman's fingers loose one by one, then strode forward.
Cai Qing had no idea what was happening. Watching Qian Wanyu's departing back, she offered reassurance. "Since Third Miss said that, she must have a plan. Ninth Young Lady, we should go back first. Staying here will distract Third Miss."
Cai Qing also understood this Ninth Young Lady's position in the Thousand Family. When she first learned from Fourth Young Lady that the two were getting married, she had been rather shocked. After all, across the entire Seven-Colored Continent, she had never heard of any family's daughter choosing to marry another woman. When she first met Ninth Young Lady, her immediate thought had been that this woman would most likely become Young Master's wife...
In the end, she had guessed the beginning right, but never managed to guess the ending.
Dongfang Minghui knew she was being a little willful. She should cooperate with Seventh Sister and leave quickly, rather than stand there foolishly, watching the death aura swallow the light-type spirit masters trying to resist it, one after another.
"Ding Ding should be following Seventh Sister, right?"
"Yes."
Little Lecher felt that spending time with Dongfang Minghui had softened its heart. In the past, faced with something like this, it would not only have taken to its heels, but dragged her away without another word. It certainly would not have stayed here arguing with her. It extended a vine and lashed her wrist as a reminder. "Hurry up."
"All right."
Dongfang Minghui turned and ran, taking Cai Qing with her.
After running down a street, she reached a corner and suddenly heard a particularly familiar sword's cry. It seemed to sweep straight overhead, so fast that she caught only scattered points