She didn't even have a chance to ask.

"Someone sent a message saying that there are demonic cultivators here who are trying to harm Han Chuan." Sect Leader Wuya pondered, "I can't tell who that person is. Their cultivation level is quite high, and I can't track their location at all."

Qin Jueyi: "There are no more than five people in the Eight Desolate Continent whom you couldn't detect. Who are they?"

Sect Leader Wuya shook his head, "There are many hidden masters among the common people. Since the other party has no ill intentions, let's just let it go."

While speaking.

Ling Hanchuan's body shimmered with light.

He slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils regaining their clarity, and exhaled a breath of stale air. "Thank you, Master, for protecting me."

The sect leader, Wuya, resumed his cheerful demeanor.

“Not only me, but Jueyi is also protecting you.”

Ling Hanchuan was stunned, looking at Qin Jueyi with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

Just now, when he had a sudden realization.

They have a clear view of what is happening in the outside world.

Qin Jueyi is a born swordsman and will not stop because of anyone or anything.

His lips opened and closed again, "My father is you—"

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

But it is also obvious.

Everyone present knew what he wanted to ask.

The gingerbread outside the window is also curious!

Her legs went numb from squatting so much.

All I want to know is the answer to this question, right?

Fen Jue sighed for the umpteenth time in his mind's eye. He finally understood why Gingerbread was so prone to these things; she was just a little gossip.

They flock to wherever there are melons.

Because Ling Hanchuan asked about the exit.

The atmosphere inside the hall was tense.

The sect leader, Wuya, tried to smooth things over.

"Han Chuan, let's go back and have the competition first."

"Senior brother," Qin Jueyi glanced at him, signaling him to mind his own business.

She stopped in front of Ling Hanchuan, her eyes sharp as unsheathed swords, and said coldly, "The weak do not deserve the truth. Defeat me, and I will tell you everything."