Jiao Tu left.
In the desolate deep palace, only Xuan Su's sobs remained.
Xuanzhen, holding a horsetail whisk, calmly scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally settling on Bai Li: "I didn't expect that even when the Commandery Princess falls into Jingyang Palace, there would still be someone thinking of her, truly fortunate."
Bai Li ignored her, struggling to get up and headed towards the rear hall.
Xuanzhen chuckled: "Why don't you take over Xuan Su's responsibilities? If you are willing, I can give you a Taoist name today, Xuan Ji."
Bai Li stopped in her tracks, silent with her back to her.
Before she could respond, Xuan Su, disregarding her eye and hand pain, crawled towards Xuanzhen's feet: "Master, I have served you for so many years, doing whatever you asked. You can't just ignore me now!"
