Su Jiu seemed to notice Ye Wanqing's condition and slowed down a little.
"Are you feeling unwell? You can tell me if you are."
Ye Wanqing's eyes reddened again. Though the Little Fairy looked cold as ice, she was such a gentle person.
She quickly shook her head. She had already caused Su Jiu enough trouble and did not want to bother her again over something so minor.
It had been a long time since Ye Wanqing had felt another person's warmth. Even now, she could scarcely believe she could have that warmth again. She leaned her head a little closer to Su Jiu, a secret joy stirring in her heart.
But that joy had barely lasted before she felt a chill against her back.
It was as though some dangerous, high-ranking Demon Beast had fixed its gaze on her.
As things stood, however, she could not turn around to look, and thus escaped meeting Chu Luohen's deathly stare.
In the end, Su Jiu slowed down anyway. Ye Wanqing was already in poor health; forcing a faster pace might worsen her condition.
Chu Luohen remained cold-faced and silent throughout, his lips pressing into an ever-thinner line.
Perhaps once we return, I should speak to my martial niece about keeping a proper distance when interacting with others, Chu Luohen thought.
He had yet to realize that Su Jiu had only been forced to carry Ye Wanqing because he was unwilling to carry anyone himself.
Still, Chu Luohen could hardly be blamed for this. He was fastidious about cleanliness by nature and disliked getting too close even to Chu Mojin, let alone an outsider like Ye Wanqing.
When Su Jiu and Chu Luohen left, they did not shut the dungeon door. They simply left it brazenly wide open, telling the Heavenly