When Qian Renxue returned to the Worship Hall, Xiao Wu was lying beside the Blue Silver Emperor's flowerpot with her bottom sticking up, muttering, "Little Blue, Little Blue, grow up fast. Grow some new leaves so Sister Xue can pick them and make candy."
Ever since she had tasted it last time, the little glutton Xiao Wu had been unable to forget it.
Dugu Yan was practicing with the Eight Spider Lances on the other side. Eight purple-black lances sprang out and retracted, then retracted and sprang out again. Her clothes bursting apart had become a relatively rare occurrence.
But when she suddenly saw Qian Renxue arrive, she became excited, and her clothes burst apart again, prompting Cheng Ran to lament, "Why couldn't this external soul bone grow out the front?"
The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched. "You two, come here."
Xiao Wu bounded over, her two scorpion braids swinging like pellet drums.
"Sister Xue!"
"I'm going away for secluded cultivation for the next two years." Qian Renxue crouched down and looked Xiao Wu in the eyes. "Xiao Wu, keep in touch with Da Ming and Er Ming. Have them help keep an eye out for Saint Soul Grass. You two can focus on cultivating here in the Worship Hall. If anyone dares bully you, you can go to my grandfather..."
Xiao Wu frowned. "Two whole years? Sister Xue, I really don't want to part with you."
Dugu Yan said, "Neither do I! But we'll work hard on our cultivation."
After giving them a few instructions, Qian Renxue went to see Qian Daoliu.
Before Qian Renxue could speak, Qian Daoliu picked up a confidential letter from his desk and handed it over. "Xiao Xue, you're back just in time. Take a look at this. Yang Wushuang in Slaughter City