Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing continued deeper inside. Halfway there, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly stopped.
With her back to Tang San and Xiao Wu, she bit her lip and hesitated. "Senior Sister, Sister Xiao Wu, I might not be able to keep traveling with you. I need to find Sister Mubai."
"Huh...?" Xiao Wu looked disappointed, holding Zhu Zhuqing's little hand as she pouted.
"Dai Mubai is really strong. You don't need to worry about him, do you, Zhu Zhuqing?"
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. "I'm worried about him."
With that, Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked away without looking back, her stubborn silhouette looking especially resolute.
Tang San stood where he was, watching that cool, decisive figure retreat, unable to describe what he felt.
Honestly, half a year ago, if anyone had wanted a share of his teacher, he would have been the first to object.
But over these past days, his junior sisters had kept calling him "Sister San" and "Senior Sister." Even his cold heart had warmed a little.
Besides, he held one conviction deep in his bones: once they had all become their teacher's disciples, they were family. Family had no reason to hide things from one another.
"Zhu Zhuqing."
Tang San called after her, and Zhu Zhuqing paused.
Tang San took a cloth bundle from inside his clothes, walked over, and placed it in her hands.
"Take this. There are Sleeve Arrows, throwing knives, and even a simplified version of the Mother-and-Child Soul-Chasing Courage I developed.
"They're all Teacher's... they're all easy-to-use versions I remade using the methods Teacher taught me. The arrows carry a deadly poison that seals the throat the moment it draws blood. Since you're going alone, use them to protect yourself."
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head to look at the cloth bundle