Su Qinghe was cheerful, saying, "If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; if the sect needs us, we'll step up."

"Enjoy each day as it comes, don't look so gloomy!"

"Let's take a break and then go to the lantern festival tonight!"

Gingerbread nodded with a wry smile.

That's all we can do.

A cultivator at the Refinement Realm could crush her with a single finger.

They told the sect leader what they knew, and then it was up to the sect leader and the higher-ups of the various immortal sects to decide how to handle it.

Go back to the room.

Gingerbread lay down for a short while before standing up again.

My mind is in turmoil, and I can't get a proper rest.

After thinking for a moment, he went next door and knocked on the door of the room where the fire was burned.

"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

His gaze was fixed on her distressed little face.

The little liar used to be carefree and heartless, but seeing her like this made Fenjue feel uncomfortable.

Gingerbread stirred her fingers, glancing at Fenjue, "I don't know why I feel uneasy."

"Because of the Soul Sect and the Corpse Tower?"

"Um."

"You come in first."

Once the person came in, he closed the door.

I poured gingerbread a cup of hot tea and handed it to her.

"Every person, and even every sect, has its own destiny."

"You just need to take care of yourself, don't worry too much about others, and do what you can."

“I know,” Gingerbread said softly. “I understand what you mean, but…”

only--

She used to be all alone, with no ties to her family.

Now that both Xianyu Peak and the Sword Sect are her family, she can no longer be as carefree as before.

Gingerbread is someone who almost never emos.

Except today.

She placed her hands clasped together on the table, rested her chin on the back of her hands, and asked pitifully:

"Xiao Jue, no matter what happens, you will help the cultivation world overcome this difficulty, right?"