Leng Boyun nodded: "That's what I think too."

"Um!"

"It seems that Xiao Jiaojiao is our lucky star!"

Leng Boyun agreed. If Rong Jiaojiao hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have been able to arrive in time. If he hadn't come and bought them that little bit of time, someone would have been killed today.

Leng Qianjue took out all the pills that could help restore his sea of ​​consciousness, keeping half for himself in case of emergency, and giving the other half to Leng Boyun: "The sect cannot do without people. Take the pills and go back immediately with Xiao Xuanzi."

Leng Boyun knew his duty, and gratefully accepted the pill, saying, "Thank you, Father. Don't worry, I will take good care of Xiao Xuanzi and help him recover as soon as possible."

Leng Qianjue nodded: "Go ahead, be careful on the way."

Leng Boyun stood up and said, "Hai Ting is still recovering, so I won't go to say goodbye to her. Father can explain to her for me later."

Leng Qianjue nodded: "Let's go back."

Leng Boyun didn't dawdle any longer, picked up Qing Xuanzi and went out...

After Leng Boyun left, Rong Jiaojiao of Xuanqing Sect stopped cultivating and sleeping, and just sat in the courtyard waiting.

As soon as it was light, she carried Ziling to the teleportation hall. She didn't go inside, but sat outside the hall with Ziling in her arms, gazing longingly in the direction of the teleportation array.

Knowing her worries, Zi Ling stayed quietly in her arms, keeping her company.

The disciples guarding the teleportation hall couldn't persuade her to leave. If they tried to talk to her, she would just look at them with teary eyes. They had no choice but to report it to the authorities.

Finally, when the report reached the sect leader, Yu Qingguang noticed something amiss. Leng Boyun couldn't possibly have told the little girl about his dream, so what was the little girl's purpose in doing all this?

Yu Qingguang was a quick-witted person; he could guess most of the situation after just a little thought.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with what Leng Boyun did; protecting one's own juniors is an instinct of elders.

He sent a message to the teleportation hall, telling them not to worry about it.

Then a few more message talismans were sent out, and soon after, several more people arrived at the teleportation hall: Leng Tianyou, Leng Tianxing, and Du Qingshuang.

When Leng Tianyou arrived at the teleportation hall, he saw Rong Jiaojiao with bloodshot eyes staring intently at it. He ran over and asked, "Junior Uncle, what are you doing? Why are you sitting here and not leaving?"

Du Qingshuang chimed in, "Exactly! What kind of behavior is this? Are you homesick?"

Leng Tianxing remained silent, but nodded, indicating his bewilderment at Rong Jiaojiao's behavior.

They only received instructions from the sect leader to come and keep Rong Jiaojiao company, without being told what had happened, so they were really puzzled as to what Rong Jiaojiao was doing.

It would have been fine if others hadn't asked, but once they did, Rong Jiaojiao wanted to cry. Ever since Leng Boyun left, she had been worried sick, only regretting that she wasn't capable enough to go and rescue her master.

"Junior Uncle, don't cry, what happened?"

Leng Tianyou is now a grown man of seventeen or eighteen. When he saw Rong Jiaojiao's eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry again, he suddenly felt a little flustered.

Du Qingshuang quickly comforted her, "Junior Sister Jiaojiao, if you have anything on your mind, just tell us. Maybe we can help you."

Leng Tianxing nodded in agreement: "That's right, Junior Uncle, if you cry, everyone will think we've bullied you!"

Crying in front of others made Rong Jiaojiao feel a little embarrassed. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before saying, "I miss my master. I'll wait for him to come back here."

Leng Tianyou said speechlessly, "Junior Uncle, you weren't sad when Grandmaster Uncle first went to the Demon Sealing Formation, so why are you sad now?"

Rong Jiaojiao remained silent, turning her head to continue staring longingly at the teleportation array.

Leng Tianyou lifted his robe and said, "Alright, I'll wait with you all day and see if we can see my grandmaster."

Leng Tianxing sat down as well: "I'll wait with you. If Grandmaster Uncle doesn't come back today, we'll wait until tomorrow. If he still doesn't come back by tomorrow, we'll wait until the day after tomorrow!"

Du Qingshuang smiled helplessly and sat down as well: "Alright, I'll wait with you."

Seeing their support warmed her heart, and she said gratefully, "Thank you."

"Don't be so polite, you're our senior uncle." Leng Tianyou smiled. "If our grandmaster uncle returns, we'll tell him right away, so he knows you're here waiting for him."

"Mmm." Rong Jiaojiao nodded, feeling both hopeful and worried about seeing her master, her heart filled with trepidation.

Time passed second by second, the sun gradually rose higher, then reached its zenith, and slowly began to slant westward.

Rong Jiaojiao sat there motionless, her eyes fixed on the direction of the teleportation array.

Leng Tianyou, Leng Tianxing, and Du Qingshuang also accompanied her. Although they did not understand why she was so persistent, seeing Rong Jiaojiao's determination, they did not say anything more.

"Junior Uncle, why don't you go inside and rest for a while?" Leng Tianxing said to Rong Jiaojiao with some concern.

Rong Jiaojiao shook her head: "I'm not tired, I'll wait here."

"Alright," Leng Tianxing said, ceasing his persuasion. "We'll all stay here with you."

Just then, the teleportation array suddenly lit up.

A figure emerged from the teleportation array; it was Leng Boyun.

He held Qing Xuanzi in his arms, looking somewhat tired, but when he saw Rong Jiaojiao, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

When Rong Jiaojiao saw her master being carried back, she almost broke down and cried out, "Master!"

She had already rushed over, leaving Zi Ling behind. Leng Tianyou, Leng Tianxing, and Du Qingshuang followed behind her, all looking bewildered and panicked.

Leng Boyun had originally planned to take Qing Xuanzi back to his residence first, and then tell Rong Jiaojiao after Qing Xuanzi woke up. By then, Qing Xuanzi's injuries would not be visible on the surface. But now, there was no way to avoid it.

He said patiently, "Jiaojiao, don't be afraid, your master is alright!"

Rong Jiaojiao didn't believe him and tugged at Qing Xuanzi's sleeve, asking, "Grandmaster, what happened to my master? Why is she unconscious?"

Zi Ling chirped anxiously beside Rong Jiaojiao, wondering if Little Gold was still there since its master was injured.

Leng Qianjue sighed and said, "Your master is fine. This is not the place to talk. You should come back to my place with me first."

The group followed Leng Qianjue to his residence. Leng Qianjue settled Qing Xuanzi on the bed in the room before saying to Rong Jiaojiao, "Your master's sea of ​​consciousness has been seriously injured and needs to be properly recuperated."

"Injured in the sea of ​​consciousness?" Rong Jiaojiao was shocked. She knew that the sea of ​​consciousness was very important to cultivators, and a serious injury could turn a person into an idiot or even cause death.

Some may require a lifetime to repair, and even the better ones will require a long time to heal.

Leng Qianjue nodded: "Yes, after his sea of ​​consciousness was injured, he cannot use his divine sense or cultivate for the time being, and can only recover slowly."

"Will Master be alright?" Rong Jiaojiao asked, her eyes filled with worry.