Gingerbread shyly rubbed her little hands together.
Fen Jue: "..." This little liar is really good at playing the game. When things go wrong, Xia Yingchun is there; when things go wrong, Zhong Wuyan is there.
Do not speak when you see someone burning.
Gingerbread, in a cute, high-pitched voice, pleaded, "Please, please~"
Burning the ashes or remaining silent.
She rubbed her nose and squeezed out a few tears.
"Waaah~ You know, I've been separated from my mother since I was little. It's okay if you don't help me, senior. Anyway, if I can't beat you in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, I'll just run away. If I can't outrun you, I'll have to repay your kindness in my next life~"
"..." Fen Jue was speechless and choked with emotion, managing to utter four words with difficulty, "I'll help, shut up."
“Oh~”
Gingerbread raised a finger to make a shushing gesture.
"Thank you so much, invincible and amazing sword cultivator senior!"
Burning away, he closed his eyes; out of sight, out of mind.
...
Because we are going to the Monster Mountain Range.
Gingerbread went to the main hall and looked through many books.
The cultivation world she is currently in is called the Eight Desolate Continent, with the Demon Beast Mountain Range running through the entire continent from north to south.
The Sword Sect is located at the southernmost edge of the Eight Desolate Continent. The further north you go in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the stronger the monsters become.
Some junior cultivators who have reached the Qi Refining stage are also taken into the mountains by their sect elders for training.
Now.
With the promise from this senior swordsman, Gingerbread felt relieved; he was her strong support.
The day before departure.
Instead of drawing any talismans, Gingerbread sat cross-legged under the peach tree, holding a pot of osmanthus wine and drinking it.
Moonlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting a mysterious, luminous silhouette on Gingerbread's face.
"Senior, are you cultivating?"
It was quiet.
He didn't say anything to her.
Gingerbread smiled and casually took another sip of osmanthus wine.
Just when she thought the other person wouldn't answer, that captivating voice said calmly, "No."
Gingerbread gave a soft "Ah," and asked casually, "What's your name, senior?"
"It's a bit awkward to always call you Senior Sword Cultivator."
Be reasonable.
Burning them alive deserves a blasphemous condemnation.
He founded the Sword Sect, and now a little girl is asking him his name so bluntly.
He didn't feel it was abrupt.
He was more curious about gingerbread than she was simply curious about his name.
"I can tell you, but you need to answer one question for me."
Gingerbread blinked, a sweet smile spreading across her face. "Okay, go ahead."
"burn--"
"A single name is absolutely perfect."
“Fen Jue…” she murmured softly, her hand supporting her chin, her fingertips tapping absently, “…What a beautiful name.”
Fen Jue's dark eyes deepened in color.
He said, "Now it's your turn to answer my question."
Gingerbread smiled gently, lowered her eyes to hide the hazy intoxication in them, and said, "Ask away."
Why are you pretending to be stupid?
"Is someone from Immortal Jade Peak trying to harm you, or from the Sword Sect?"
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