After Wen Zhuyi flew down and landed before Chu Xisheng, her first words were a complaint: "What is the Formless Divine Sect thinking? How could they dare let you travel alone, Xisheng? Don't you know how many people in this world want you dead?
"You have some foundation in the Martial Dao now, but your cultivation body is still sorely lacking. What matters most now is settling down and building up your cultivation and cultivation body, not risking your life to roam the world."
As she spoke, she looked him up and down with concern.
She seemed to be checking whether Chu Xisheng had suffered any injuries or knocks.
Beside them, Changsun Ruoli's facial muscles twitched.
Wen Zhuyi's expression and tone were practically those of a newlywed wife addressing her husband.
Mad Sword Feng San, meanwhile, thought, Am I not a person?
But he could tell that something was slightly unusual about the emotions Wen Zhuyi revealed, and that they were genuinely sincere, so he held his sword in both arms without a word.
Chu Xisheng was growing increasingly fond of this older sister.
After saluting her, he first studied Wen Zhuyi's face, beautiful enough to topple cities and kingdoms and captivate all living beings, then smiled faintly. "Something happened to my Iron Banner Gang in the south, so I have to go take a look. Before leaving, I also discussed a foolproof plan with my sect elders, so there's no need to worry, City Lord."
"The south?" Wen Zhuyi's willow-leaf brows furrowed again.
Chu Xisheng continued, "My journey happened to take me through Tianhai Commandery. Remembering your kindness in gifting me a saber, I came especially to thank you!"
He patted Mirror Flower, Water Moon at his waist. "I really like this saber. It's been a tremendous help."
Chu