"Brother, why are you so nervous? With us protecting them, they will be safe, so please don't create any more anxiety." Meng Xuan'an's gentle voice came from the side. Compared with the tough Pei Ze just now, he was particularly understanding.
Pei Ze frowned. No, it was fine if the disciples didn't understand what the hell was like, but how could Meng Xuanan...
Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Meng Xuanan, "Okay, I know you care about me."
Then he said to his disciples, "Everyone, feel free to move forward, challenge yourselves, and break through the Golden Core as soon as possible. I will be waiting behind you to protect you."
As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out at the scene.
Pei Ze gradually began to doubt himself when he saw the disciples' admiring eyes towards Meng Xuan'an. Staring at his gentle profile, he couldn't help but ask himself, was he really caring too much?
…
Lan Sheng mentioned the Abyss of Hell in front of Zhao Zhao more than once. Zhao Zhao also thought that the Abyss of Hell was very dangerous due to what he saw and heard. So, he thought of looking for Meng Xuan'an.
There was no way this gentle person could hurt him.
Zhao Zhao thought foolishly.
Meng Xuan'an suggested that he and Pei Ze would lead the team in front while the other would cover the rear. Thinking that Meng Xuan'an couldn't see, Pei Ze planned to walk in front.
Hearing his suggestion, Meng Xuanan said gently, "Brother, there are many unknown risks ahead. Let me go ahead."
Pei Ze frowned, "But, you..."
"Brother, I'm leaving first."
Without waiting for him to say anything, Meng Xuan'an left. Pei Ze had no choice but to stay behind to cover their retreat.
Meng Xuan'an led them forward. Under the crimson sky, a jeweled magic sword suddenly rushed over. The magic sword had its own consciousness and was obviously born with a sword spirit.
The disciples became a little restless when they looked at the sword. One of them couldn't wait to ask, "Immortal Venerable, this spiritual sword couldn't be a treasure from the Infernal Purgatory, could it?"
He thought that the Hell of Hell was really an excellent place for training. Not only had he not encountered any danger so far, but treasures were even falling from the sky.
Meng Xuanan chuckled, "Just be patient."
His mind and eyes started to work, transmitting the aura of all the living things around him to him.
Meng Xuan'an raised his eyes and looked blankly in the direction of the Zhaoxue Sword. He sensed a very familiar sword aura.
...Sword of Snowfall?
Curling his lips, Meng Xuan'an looked up tacitly and held Zhao Xue who was rushing towards him in his hand.
"Is it Zhaoxue?"
The Zhaoxue Sword trembled slightly in response to him.
Seeing this, Meng Xuan'an said to the disciples, "This is the spiritual sword of Immortal Lan Sheng, not the treasure given to everyone by Wu Jian Purgatory."
"Ah." A disciple felt lost.
A disciple complained, "But Immortal Venerable, we have been walking for a long time, but we haven't encountered anything."
"Yes, it's too boring. It turns out that the Infernal Purgatory is so dull." Some disciples disagreed with the Infernal Purgatory.
"Be patient." A gentle voice with spiritual power reached everyone, slightly calming their impatience.
"Wait a minute, everything you expect will be there." He curled his lips, his tone soft and slow.
Seeing that the disciples had calmed down, Meng Xuan'an gripped the hilt of the Zhaoxue Sword and asked gently, "Why are you here? Is Senior Brother Lan Sheng here too?"
As he spoke, his mind expanded its sensing range, as if he was very eager to find him.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao walked out of Zhao Xue Sword. The bright young man had a smile on his face and subconsciously shook his head at Meng Xuan'an.
Only after meeting his eyes did she react and said to him again, "Of course Lan Sheng didn't come, I was alone." His tone was full of loss and grievance.
"Alone." Meng Xuan'an said slowly.
"So you snuck in here alone?"
Zhao Zhao didn't want him to know about his confusion, so he replied vaguely, "Yeah."
Meng Xuan'an smiled again, but looking at his smiling face, Zhao Zhao always felt that there was something strange about it.
But I can’t really put my finger on what’s strange about it. He’s still the same person, and his smile is still that warm one.
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