Su Jiu slowly awoke from her meditative trance.
Aside from a few minor wounds on the surface, she had no serious internal injuries left.
Thanks to her unusual constitution, she had recovered remarkably quickly.
Xia Jue opened his eyes and glanced at Su Jiu, immediately knowing that she had returned to her best condition.
Xia Jue sent Su Jiu a voice transmission. "Demonic cultivators have slipped into the Secret Realm. Be careful in everything you do."
Meanwhile, seeing Su Jiu rise, Lin Jiaojiao and Hu Yucheng both came over.
Su Jiu looked at the approaching girl, a hint of a smile in her eyes. Her thoughts churned; the girl seemed familiar, but she could not put a name to her face.
Indeed, although they had met a few times, they had never formally introduced themselves. She only knew that this was the rather spoiled girl who always followed Hu Yucheng around.
Lin Jiaojiao bowed with her hands clasped. "Fellow Daoist Su, thank you for lending us a hand for the third time." Her cheeks flushed as she spoke. She still remembered their first encounter in Liu Household Village. Su Jiu had helped them, yet, like the fellow female disciples beside her, she had harbored a faint hostility toward Su Jiu's beautiful face.
Meeting her again now, she could not help feeling awkward. But seeing the girl's clear gaze, without any odd looks directed her way, she realized that Su Jiu had plainly never taken their petty behavior to heart. That only made her feel even more ashamed.
Three times? Su Jiu's expression froze, a trace of confusion appearing. She remembered helping them on Fisherman Mountain, but could not recall the other occasion.
Then again, during the incident in Liu Household Village, Xia Jue had handled all the dealings toward the