39 - Crazy! Criticizing the Prime Minister for Being a Servant

### Chapter 39: The Little Drunk Immortal Ye Wuxin was being escorted, bound tightly to the point where only her head could move. She glared at her captor with eyes full of hatred, as if she wanted to leap forward and kill her in the next moment. However, her "teeth" had already been thoroughly "pulled" out, leaving her powerless, with no chance of breaking free from this restraint. This scene was particularly poignant to witness. The person who had nearly lived a humiliating life, oppressed here like a bound rice dumpling decades ago, had in just one night taken over the stronghold of the former victor in a rampage. Ran Fanyin's mood improved a bit. She walked slowly and stood before Ye Wuxin, speaking softly, "How does it feel, great former demon king?" "This should have been Mianmian's question to ask you, but I don't wish for the little cat from my house to face anyone from your Lingyuan." Ye Wuxin's mouth was full of blood, but she gave a cold laugh, "Yet you still came." "Whether we come or not doesn't change the reality of your certain defeat, but it does change your stance. Compared to the human race, you would prefer to side with the demon race, right?" Ye Wuxin stopped looking at her and turned toward Rong Yuan, who was standing not far away, and shouted, "Rong Yuan, weren't you the one who valued the demon race the most? Hahaha, the one you favored is now going to sell out to gain glory!" Rong Yuan turned her head in silence as if she hadn't heard anything. Ye Wuxin wanted to continue, but a cold hand forcefully pulled her face back, gripping her jaw tightly. Bending down, she whispered, "I didn't come here today without the ability to help you." Ye Wuxin was stunned, not understanding what she meant until she heard, "After all, I and Ye Wu Chen are just using each other. If..." The remaining words were lost in the silence. The woman even raised an eyebrow slightly, adding some credibility to her statement. Perhaps it was her greed for power that had completely clouded Ye Wuxin's mind, or maybe she was just extraordinarily foolish. Without thinking, she said, "Name your conditions." Rong Yuan could no longer hold back. She stepped forward and kicked Ye Wuxin away, speaking coldly, "The independence and self-reliance of the Lingyuan demon clan cannot be interfered with by outsiders. Take your words as a mere joke." She could collaborate with the human race and communicate with the demon race. But fundamentally, it was all for the benefit of Lingyuan’s own development. If the person before her truly intended to usurp the demon clan, she would fight to the death, taking them to the underworld together. After all, her old raven had already lived long enough. But Lingyuan's rebirth had just begun. How laughable that she trusted Ye Wuxin's lies in the past, allowing her rebellion for the sake of ensuring the purity of the bloodline. Looking back now... After all, Ye Wu Chen had already ascended to power. Luo Sheng couldn't return to Lingyuan. The matter of the bloodline must be addressed sooner or later. At worst, considering Ye Wu Chen's long life, it was still better than watching Lingyuan walk towards total destruction. If the founder of Lingyuan had passed down the bloodline of the fox god, it would have been perfect. She could have upheld that lineage to lead, rather than this current situation where she had to pick the lesser of two evils. With a heavy sigh in her heart, the look she cast at Ran Fanyin, who had just spoken indifferently, was intensely cold, carrying a hint of ruthlessness. Ran Fanyin straightened her back and laughed coldly, "Elder Rong should be grateful that I've revealed the cruelty of this former emperor." "When Elder Helan returns to Lingyuan, they will treat him as a demon…" "No need." A crisp female voice interrupted, cutting off Rong Yuan's words, "I don't need Lingyuan's recognition. I am a school unto myself and don't rely on anyone." The petite woman rarely showed a cold face, then took Ran Fanyin's arm, "Lingyuan should handle its own affairs. Senior sister, shall we go?" Just then, Ning Wu Chen entered the hall after handling external matters. Hearing this, she greeted them smoothly, "Thank you, elders, for assisting this king in handling this matter. If you wish to leave, Elder Rong will escort you out of the abyss as a token of this king's gratitude." "…" Two cold gazes met for a brief moment. After a few moments of silence, Ran Fanyin forced a smile with a hint of coldness, "Then, it would be impolite to decline." With a smile, her heart was full of chill. She had really been used as an excellent tool, rushing here just to act as a sharp knife. Given Lingyuan's current situation, the upcoming negotiations with the demon race would undoubtedly be extremely challenging, serving as a preemptive warning. The hand holding her arm tightened. Almost simultaneously, they realized that Ning Wu Chen's arrangement aimed to temporarily remove Rong Yuan using their names, placing other core personnel in charge... After all, no one could accept a twice-trebled subject. Yet, she was wholeheartedly devoted to Lingyuan, making any objections moot. All they could do was use others to do the deed, and they were that knife—a knife with a legitimate reason. Helan Mianmian softly called out to her, "Senior sister, let's go." Ran Fanyin no longer wished to delve into it. Since they chose to cooperate, it wasn't surprising for both sides to maximize benefits as long as gains and losses were within control. However, just as they walked out of the palace, she suddenly felt a moment of breathlessness, as if a giant hand were squeezing her heart, trying to tear it apart from the very core, threatening to rip her whole body apart. Her spiritual energy split into two like it was trying to tear her heart veins apart. The woman staggered, her well-restored complexion rapidly fading away, leaning on Helan Mianmian and almost collapsing entirely. But she was already powerless. The excruciating pain in that instant made her open her mouth in reflex, but no sound came out. Only a constant ringing filled her ears, and one thought remained— Something happened to Ning Er. In the past, any sign of trouble would cause her heart to flutter, but it was never this excruciating as if it was about to tear apart. It was almost as if a weight was placed on her heart, making it difficult to beat steadily. This was not just trouble—it was a life-threatening issue! Ran Fanyin gathered her thoughts and began to quickly think through the haze. Until the ringing in her ears began to fade, replaced by the anxious calling of Mianmian. Regaining some strength, she looked at her and shook her head, "We can't leave. Quickly ask Ning Wu Chen to send someone to the East Sea entrance to the abyss, to pick someone up." Ning Wu Chen had just rushed out as well. She said, "The East Sea entrance to the abyss is still held by Ye Wuxin's people. We haven't taken control of it yet, so..." Ran Fanyin, despite her overwhelming weakness, kept her icy gaze on her and said sternly, "They went to the extraterritorial sea and sky. If you don't go, your daughter will die just as well." Ning Wu Chen gritted her molars and said, "I'll dispatch someone immediately." *Feng Island in the Extraterritorial Sea and Sky* It seemed that to further humiliate Ning Xiu Jie, Ning Yuan Yue deliberately set the venue for the family challenge not in a proper training ground but on a randomly marked plot of bare land outside the cage, making the sounds of clashing weapons and grunts of pain clearly audible from the pavilion. Inside the pavilion, the person bound by heavy iron chains already had bloodshot eyes, muttering and counting the number of blows and injuries they could hear, tightly clutching the chains. Ning Le Yan was chained and thrown beside her, huddled together. But she was still weak and powerless, the slowly recovering spiritual energy barely moisturizing her meridians. Even if she could escape these steel ropes, she couldn't defeat any of the people outside the cage. Ning Xiu Jie gripped the iron chains tightly, biting her lip, tears falling uncontrollably, yet making no sound. Even a little noise could bring unimaginable challenges to the child outside. "Auntie." Ning Le Yan suddenly spoke, "Why does the clan head hate you and cousin so much?" Ning Xiu Jie regained her senses, realizing that her hands were already covered in blood from the wounds. The one asking the question didn’t need an answer; she was just heartbroken that she had hurt herself to this extent. But it also brought her back to some not-so-pleasant memories. 【Master, don't go...】 【Master, please don't leave me.】 【Master... I only have you now...】 【They all don't want me. Daddy and grandparents don't want me... only Mommy does, but she said I need to become what she wants, so she won’t lose to Father, I must...】 【If it’s a dream, it’s okay...】 【Master... Master...】 【Master is a celestial being from the Nine Heavens, the only gift in an otherwise miserable life. It’s not...】 【Being her disciple is enough, I don't dare...】 Sure enough, this babbling person was really Ning Song Wu, without a doubt. Ran Fanyin contained her mirth as she used a bit of her soul left on the red string, briefly explaining the current situation. Soon, after Ning Song Wu calmed down, she carefully transmitted her voice through the jade pendant, cautiously asking, "Master, how long have I been in seclusion? Did I cause a snowstorm again?" Last time she froze half the peak, losing most of her savings. It was heartbreaking. If she buried the entire peak this time... For the coming few years, she wouldn't consider going down the mountain with Luo Sheng and the others. Ran Fanyin was half-listening to Helan talking, deliberately holding back her response to her disciple's question. She could hear the little one's rambling thoughts, jumping from one topic to another, finally saying with a tremble in her heart: Ran Fanyin tapped on the jade pendant, responding with a warm smile, "Not yet." "That's good. Master, I'm coming to find you!" Ran Fanyin raised an eyebrow, remembering that the jade pendant couldn't convey expressions, and responded with surprised curiosity, "Now? Aren't you going to rest a bit?" She squinted slightly as she watched Jiang Mang on stage, cutting through opponents with unstoppable force. Coming now might be good; she could catch a match by Jiang Mang and learn a thing or two. On the other end of the jade pendant, Ning Song Wu's voice carried undeniable excitement as she cheerfully said, "No, I'll come now. Are you at the main peak?" After exchanging a few more words through the transmission, Ning Song Wu put away the jade pendant and grabbed her own hair in excitement. During her seclusion, she tirelessly refined ice stones and practiced swordsmanship with the woman in the green robe. Gradually, she came to understand why the woman never acknowledged any relationship with Ning Dalao. The sword techniques she taught bore no resemblance to those of the Shangyun Sect, nor to Ran Fanyin's. If this were truly a legacy left by Ning Dalao... It wouldn’t use a completely unfamiliar sword style. Not only were the sword moves unfamiliar, but even the style was extremely unique. The swordsmanship of the Shangyun Sect was as stable as a rock, each step solid and steady. Ran Fanyin's research blended hardness with softness, combining roughness with fineness but remained extraordinarily restrained. As for the sword manual left by the Sword Immortal, Ning Song Wu had seen it but hadn't practiced it. However, its style was also very stable and reserved. The set of skills taught by the woman was flamboyant and exceptionally nimble. Whoever left this sword manual knew how to combine spiritual power and sword techniques seamlessly. The places touched by the sword moves bore traces of magical artistry, vastly different from her usual combat style. Though astonished, she felt a slight sense of regret. This meant that the traces left by Ning Dalao in the world seemed truly to have vanished completely. Thinking of the final image of that azure figure, Ning Song Wu felt her eyes grow misty. But now was not the time for tears. Knowing who the enemy was, she needed to work even harder. Her efforts now went beyond her own personal feelings—it was also for the sake of that figure who forsook personal emotions for the greater good. That figure, filled with regrets until the very end. Upon lying down to rest when exhaustion was inevitable, the woman with her hands behind her back stood beside her and said solemnly, "You need to integrate and harmonize these various sword techniques. Only then can you comprehend true swordsmanship." Ning Song Wu grinned, peering through the mist at her, "How about if I manage to comprehend the swordsmanship, you disperse the mist and let me see your face, okay?" The woman's hand, which had been rolling up her sleeve, froze. She chuckled softly and quietly said, "You will see it. You will." "Really? Then I'll continue." "Mm, if you're rested, then keep going." She had been in a special space where time seemed irrelevant for a long time. Her first reaction upon opening her eyes to see white everywhere was not that it was winter, but rather that she hadn't ended up in the ice age, had she? Wait, would there be an ice age in the cultivation world? That wasn’t important. What mattered was that there wasn’t a single person on this peak! So what should she do now? Standing on the peak and looking far away, all she saw was snowy white. Where should she go to find her master? Where was Xiao Wu? How long had she been awake without hearing Xiao Wu's voice? She remembered practicing in the courtyard. How had everything turned into a vast plain? Would it... Before she could scare herself to death, the red string on her wrist flashed twice, bringing a comforting warmth, followed by a few simple words from Ran Fanyin through a sliver of her soul. She then remembered that the transmission jade pendant should still be with her and hurriedly contacted her master. Ning Song Wu released her hair, putting one hand behind her back. Even though her steps trod on soft snow, she now moved much more lightly, landing gently on the snow's surface, sinking just a little. Qing Jie—the name she used with the woman's permission—had told her before leaving that her body would undergo some changes after the integration, some obvious, some subtle. The obvious one might be her hair, while the subtle ones included becoming much lighter and heightened senses. Spreading her hand, she felt as light as a snowflake, blending into the air. Her fingertips could sense the movement of the air, as if a gentle breeze wanted to carry her aloft. At that time, Qing Jie had said, "This fragment of the naturally extreme ice spirit formation will benefit your spiritual root and power, but its inherent wisdom will also affect your body, turning you into a pseudo-formation spirit." Ning Song Wu stood there frozen, puzzled, “What?” "You've absorbed its core strength, so naturally, you have to fulfill a core role. But since you're still human, you won't completely become the core; hence, you're a pseudo-formation spirit." "Hold on.” Ning Song Wu raised her hand, “Why is it that I am considered human after reincarnation? Shouldn’t Ning Dalao's body be a formation spirit?" Qing Jie's shadow paused. After a moment, she replied warmly, “I don’t know.” "I'm not lying to you; I genuinely don't know." Ning Song Wu responded with a light "Oh", pausing for a moment before recalling another crucial matter, "I can use the power of the formation to heal Master. You said it would be damaging before, so what about now?" Qing Jie:...How should she respond? Master, you left me with quite the tough question. "I think... let's not risk it. Perhaps you should try it during the transformation stage." From the Nascent Soul stage to the transformation stage—it should stall for a while. Surely, that long would suffice... [When I was modern, nobody called me to drink, and I didn’t know how wild it could get. Why does my head hurt so much? Did I go looking for a fight?] [I used to want to pluck Luo Sheng's tail but never did; now I took Xiao Wu's... that's foreshadowing recovery.] [But I feel like I'm forgetting something important. It’s really worrying.] [Master, you... never mind.] [Hey? Is this editing work she did herself? Doesn’t seem so.] After finishing her sentence, Ning Song Wu elegantly descended from the clouds. People’s eyes followed her as they did. Despite her social anxiety, she wanted this effect. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have pleaded with the wind to make her voice carry further and further. Listening to the surrounding buzz, she exhaled, thinking: [This entrance should give Master some face!] On the side platform, Ran Fanyin’s eyes stayed fixed on Ning Song Wu’s white hair flowing in the breeze from the moment she appeared, her heart weighed heavily, pounding firmly, the whole feeling as if it had turned into a statue. In her unawareness, she clutched her own lock of hair, heart trembling. Why had it turned out this way? The disciple had only absorbed a piece of cold ice. How did she end up looking like a snow spirit? Couldn't she revert to black hair? If she could, why appear in this manner? Rarely flustered, she instinctively sought to catch a glimpse of Qi Xiao Ye sitting in the corner. But her mind moved faster, suppressing her gaze and all other actions, leaving only a look of astonished surprise. No, Qi Xiao Ye must be looking for her gaze. ... Perhaps it wasn't just Qi Xiao Ye searching. Ran Fanyin let out a heavy sigh, just in time to hear her disciple's inner wish to save her face, which made her laugh quietly, her gaze softening. Fine, Qi Xiao Ye would eventually discover Ning Song Wu's connection to the formation. Considering Lin Yu Xue's attitude of going after Ning Song Wu to kill her from the start, perhaps Qi Xiao Ye knew everything all along and had a clear goal. Knowing it from the beginning? Ran Fanyin relaxed, leaning back on her chair, holding her head with one hand. Perhaps, this wasn't a bad thing. Beside her, Helan Jiu Jiu finally snapped out of his shock, his mouth opening and closing before he sighed, “Goodness, no wonder they're disciples...” “Even their hair turns white together.” “Can being buried in snow for six months have such an effect? Senior sister, can I borrow...” Ran Fanyin tapped Helan Mianmian's forehead with a finger, chuckling softly, “You little cat, watch out or you’ll freeze yourself to death.” "If you won't lend, just say so." Helan pouted, arms crossed, and turned his gaze back to the central stage. Ning Song Wu, carrying her sword, entered the arena, bowing respectfully, "I'm Ning Song Wu. The person you seek." Despite her grand entrance, she adhered meticulously to the etiquette Ran Fanyin taught her. But the white-clad young hero opposite seemed slow to respond. From the moment she stepped on stage, he furrowed his brows. After she bowed, he didn't return the courtesy but continued to stare, a puzzled frown. Ning Song Wu pondered briefly, thinking perhaps her loose hair seemed disrespectful. She quickly tied it up and looked over again, only to find the person still frowning at her. Before Ning Song Wu could self-doubt further, Jiang Mang finally spoke, "How old are you?" Ning Song Wu blinked. Oh right, how old was this body? "In my twenties. Why?" she replied. Jiang Mang appeared even more perplexed. Seeing the aura of thousands of years burdened upon this person before her, Ning Song Wu almost thought it must be some spirit from the snow trying to deceive her. However, upon closer inspection, she realized it was indeed a human at the late Golden Core stage, with nothing extraordinary about her. "Forget it." She sighed, clasping her hands together, "Jiang Mang, please guide me, junior sister." This wasn't an official match, so there was no need for excessive formalities. After greeting each other, both held their swords, the tips directed at one another. Jiang Mang charged forward without hesitation, intending to divert Ning Song Wu's sword with an upward strike. Chao Shuang seemed to have a life of its own, but Ning Song Wu, having been tempered for a long time, was even more agile. As Jiang Mang prepared to strike, she already began to pivot, and almost simultaneously as the sword came up, she spun on her toes, naturally flourishing her sword to strike at Jiang Mang's arm. Ran Fanyin slowly relaxed her previously furrowed brows. Although she didn't know what her disciple had gone through all this time, it didn’t seem to be anything detrimental. Her fighting style was still primarily defensive, but she had become much more proactive, learning to seize control instead of being passive. Moreover, her disciple's combat had become more agile, incorporating many elements... that didn’t belong to their lineage. From whom did she inherit this? Adding agility and integrating the sword moves to this level, even without using spiritual power, Ning Song Wu found herself gradually matching Jiang Mang. Jiang Mang's swordsmanship was sharp and unstoppable, but Ning Song Wu, accustomed to accommodating, could blunt its sharpness slightly. This made Jiang Mang's attacks much softer upon hitting her, making her somewhat of a nemesis to Jiang Mang's sword. Neither of them used spiritual energy, knowing that whoever did so first would lose. Hence, both waited for the other to slip up. After parrying another strike, they both raised their hands almost simultaneously. The moment countless wooden vines sprouted from the ground, an ice fog enveloped them, instantly freezing the vines. Ning Song Wu gently pressed down her wrist, causing the vines to shatter into ice fragments falling all over the ground. But the wooden vines were relentlessly regrown. Jiang Mang controlled her spiritual power with one hand to sprout new vines while attacking Ning Song Wu with the other. The girl didn’t dodge this time, leaping up just as the long sword was about to pierce her shoulder, managing to escape in an almost impossible maneuver. The cold light in her hand condensed into an ice blade, stabbing straight into Jiang Mang's shoulder. The girl seemed unfazed by pain. As Ning Song Wu's blade entered her, she immediately counterattacked, wooden vines extending her sword longer by more than a meter. Ning Song Wu couldn't dodge in time, and her side was slashed. The sword energy dissipated; the headband Ning Song Wu had just donned was shattered, her long hair fell loose, but the wound on her side drained half her strength, leaving her unable to care about her hair as she crashed to the ground. Rolling twice upon landing, Ning Song Wu quickly raised her hand, and Chao Shuang moved on its own, taking advantage of the opening to press against Jiang Mang's throat, halting her movement. It seemed a victor was about to be determined here. Not yet. Jiang Mang suddenly took a step forward, startling Ning Song Wu, who hurriedly retracted her sword to avoid actually stabbing her throat. But nature has its will; as she pulled back her sword, a vine with sharp thorns pressed against her throat in the same spot. Ning Song Wu: ... "Why hold back? Why spare me?" Jiang Mang pushed closer, her voice icy. Ning Song Wu chuckled, "I didn’t." 【Oh, so she’s a cool and elegant music cultivator?】 【It’s weird not to speak while sitting together, but what is there to talk about? I might blurt out… never mind.】 【Master has been upset since the morning. Is it because I got drunk like that?】 【Although I don’t mind skipping meals, without long-term fasting, an empty stomach gets uncomfortable.】 The flute’s melody stopped being gentle and turned full of aggression and anger, forcefully suppressing these darkly shining entities, making them unable to move, only able to cry out in hoarse voices, locked in battle with her, seeking a slim chance for survival. Ning Jingyu frowned slightly, "What madness is she up to now? How can she handle this alone?" As she spoke, the little child tried to stand up to help but suddenly widened her eyes as if she sensed something, muttering, "Damn, a new spirit born after centuries? While this earthbound spirit isn't dead yet!" Her young face was full of conflicted emotions. She glanced at Xiao Wan Cheng, then at Ning Song Wu, hesitated, and said, "You go help her; I have to head north." Ning Song Wu: "Wait, what about this?" Ning Jingyu sighed softly, "Just go." Still a child, unable to hide her sadness, tears welled up in her large eyes as she fled hurriedly. Ning Song Wu blinked, finally understanding what the effervescent one intended. Yet the flames still converged centrally, white light gradually enveloping both person and thing, seeming about to disappear together. She gritted her teeth, bore the intense pain, staggered a few steps before leaping into the white light— Ning Song Wu almost crashed in. Just as she did, the dense air held her securely, slowing her steps. A crimson figure stood with its back to her, flames gathered in its hands, enveloping a dark gold liquid that struggled but couldn’t break free. Ning Song Wu recognized this final flame, similar to the sword energy she comprehended in her past life. This was Xiao Wan Cheng's remaining heavenly spirit. She too had become bound to the formation. This meant that she... Ning Song Wu steadied her breath and shouted, "At least… at least tell her, right?" If nothing could be changed, the ones who deserved to know should at least know, right? She moved to step around Xiao Wan Cheng, but the long-silent figure suddenly spoke, "Don't come over. I’m beyond recognition; don’t come closer." Usually brash, her voice now sounded subdued. After a long silence, Xiao Wan Cheng self-mockingly said, "What’s the point in telling her?" "Many things are better left unknown, better never known forever." Ning Song Wu shook her head, "Master is sharp as ice and snow; how could she not see through lies? Better to..." "It’s better than letting her find out everything now, isn’t it?" Xiao Wan Cheng interrupted. Raising her head to the sky, she sighed deeply. "Xiao Tian, I’m truly... so tired." Guarding the northern frontier, unable to head south despite yearning, involving herself in plans, covering loopholes... She had held on for centuries. She was truly exhausted. Ning Song Wu fell silent, then asked softly, "Won't you regret this?" "From when I woke up until now, six hundred years of watching the southern boundary fruitlessly, Xiao Tian… being tethered is exhausting." Losing freedom is painful, but she voluntarily gave it up. "You got another chance because Ning'er is special, but our generation... has no Ning'er." "I don't want to keep guarding anymore, nor burden you, nor burden Jingyu." Ning Song Wu slowly queried, “Jingyu?” "The new Absolute Heaven Formation spirit, you’ll recognize her, that young girl." Ning Song Wu: "So, you've made up your mind?" Xiao Wan Cheng’s shoulders sagged, softly sighing, "It's either both formations activated, slipping into slumber, or one fully engages. You know this." "I will definitely tell her," Ning Song Wu gritted out. The woman’s figure stiffened briefly, but she relaxed shortly after, saying, "Do as you wish; I won’t see it anyway." Silence once again enveloped the air. After a long while, Xiao Wan Cheng reluctantly condensed her youthful face, looking at Ning Song Wu with a smile, "Alright~ don't tell her~ just let her keep that deadpan face of Ning Xue Qin forever! This way, that dull, gentle fool belongs to me alone." She had done enough; just this once, let her be selfish. Just this once. Ning Song Wu hesitated, suppressing a trembling smile, "Then... any message for her?" Xiao Wan Cheng sighed, exasperated, "You’re really... like this, I might actually ask you to reveal everything to her." "Forget it, no message. Instead, for you," the woman smiled sincerely but dangerously, "if you dare treat her poorly, I'll climb out of the Ten Kings' Palace to thrash you." Disintegration started from her lower body. Within a few breaths, as her words ended, her smile faded, blending with the white light, utterly burning the dark gold liquid. The sky returned to clarity. Ning Song Wu caught the jade spike descending softly, then turned to the woman waiting in the distance, a gentle smile forming on her face. After the glowing sphere had appeared and the small formation spirit left, delegating tasks to expedite everyone's return to prevent further trouble, Cen Ran stepped in to organize the various faction leaders. As for how to deal with the various sects and the remaining members of the Tiancheng Immortal Sect, these were not questions to be discussed here but topics for the leaders of each faction to sit down and further negotiate. This would be addressed later. Once most people had left, Helan gently supported Ran Fanyin, saying warmly, "Senior sister, shall we go down as well?" At this moment, Ran Fanyin's complexion looked as rosy and normal as ever, as if all her injuries were being slowly healed by herself, showing no effects. However, Helan Mianmian felt deeply uneasy, nervously supporting her. Just now, Ran Fanyin had inexplicably stiffened for a moment. Hearing Helan's words, the woman shook her head slightly, "Let's wait for Ning'er to come out." Helan pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, since the danger is resolved, I’ll wait with you." "Doesn't Cen Ran need help over there as well?" Helan blew a strand of hair away from her face, "I’m also injured now. Besides, dealing with those people is more suited to Cen Ran and her senior disciple. I can’t help much. I’ll stay here and keep you company." This site has no pop-up ads, permanent domain: (website).