"If that's the case, then please, sir, return." Cha Naixue spoke with a faint smile.
The old man in the black robe was visibly taken aback and frowned, "Holy Daughter, have you considered this carefully? These bizarre Purple Mists might have some unknown possession abilities. Even our Young Master cannot guarantee survival in such a strange environment."
Cha Naixue's formal smile remained unchanged. She nodded succinctly, "We have our own ways to deal with it."
The old man in the black robe frowned even deeper, then looked toward the woman in the green dress, puzzled, "What about Saintess Qiu E?"
Jiang Qiue's ethereal, beautiful eyes were indifferent, too lazy to speak, her meaning clear.
Seeing this, the old man in the black robe profoundly glanced at the two women, said no more, and his figure flashed back to the side of the Lion-controlling Youth, whispering a few words.
