In truth, Song Yan had never intended to drag Xiao Zhou into this. It had never occurred to him that Yang Wenxuan would bring two Qi Refining cultivators into these ruins.
He felt a little guilty.
This child really was terribly unlucky.
Song Yan casually pointed at the Qin Army approaching from outside the pass and told Wu Caidie and the others, "Go assist Deputy General Hong. Don't follow me."
"..."
Having said that, he paid no attention to their reactions and simply flew away, spreading his Divine Sense.
He soon found Zhou Mengdie.
Song Yan paused. "Why is she lying on the ground again?"
The chaotic battlefield had probably frightened the little girl into fainting.
What an ordeal for her.
He flew over.
A Yuan wanted to warn him, but Sheng Nian held him back.
He gave A Yuan a meaningful look. "What's the hurry?"
He simply followed behind Song Yan, wanting to see him fall victim to it and pass out.
Yet Old Song strode up to Zhou Mengdie as though walking on level ground, completely unaffected.
"Hmm?!"
Surprise flickered in Sheng Nian's eyes.
What was going on?
Could that strange field have disappeared?
"A Yuan, go try it."
At his words, the Corpse Puppet A Yuan stepped forward. The instant he entered that faintly discernible thirty-foot radius, his whole body went limp, and he began to fall.
The Young Lord hauled him back.
"What sort of sorcery is Old Song using?"
Sheng Nian frowned, watching in puzzlement as Song Yan sat down cross-legged before Zhou Mengdie.
"Revenge?"
Within the dream.
Zhou Mengdie's little eyes widened, her expression blank. "You're saying there's an old monster who's lived for tens of thousands of years, just like you, and he's your sworn enemy?"
Zhou Zixiu grunted in agreement and