People are indeed asking about the trouble at the Sword Sect, but why don't they consider that everyone else is fine, only their own Supreme Elder is in trouble?
Those old charlatans, they always know how to talk. No, we have to bring Senior Brother Ningxuan along.
Lord Yanshan turned back and dragged the Ningxuan Zhenren, who had come to join the fun, onto his back.
"Oh dear, I've disliked old man Ning for a long time. Why don't you handle it yourself? Why drag me into this?"
The Ferocious Immortal was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Senior brother, you don't know this, but Senior Ning got into trouble on our territory and can't speak anymore. If the Tianyan Sect causes trouble, I can't win the argument!"
"You should have said so earlier! Which hero did this? That old man used to speak ill of you, and I, your senior brother, still hold a grudge! You wait and see who dares to blame us."
Two highly respected elders of the Sword Inquiry Sect walked together, their expressions unchanged, and whispered amongst themselves.
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As the group of people gradually walked away, Song Tingwan, surrounded by the medical practitioner who had been examined three times, finally couldn't hold back any longer and exploded.
"I already said that apart from being a little weak, I'm fine, nothing else!"
"You lot! State your names! I'm going to have a serious talk with your master!"
The furious voice snapped Song Tingwan out of her reverie.
Qin Xi carefully wiped away her tears. Her sorrowful and listless gaze met Qin Xi's, startling him so much that he trembled and pressed a small red mark onto her porcelain-white face.
"What's wrong? What happened, Wan'er?"
They had been asking her so many questions, but Wan'er hadn't responded. She was like a lost puppet, lost in her grief, her eyes lowered as she silently shed tears.
With tears welling in her eyes, Song Tingwan gave her a gentle smile without thinking, "...I'm fine."
Composing herself, Song Tingwan took a deep breath, straightened up from her sister's embrace, silently clenched her hand, and then smiled at her concerned sister and friends:
"I'm sorry, perhaps I was affected by demonic energy, and I was caught in a state of joy and sorrow, which made you worry."
He then apologized to the medical practitioners, saying, "My friends were too worried about me and were impolite. Please forgive me. Here are some sixth-grade spiritual plants. Thank you all."
After calming down, Song Tingwan stood in front of everyone with red eyes and tears still wet at the corners of her eyes.
Gentle and beautiful, yet fragile.
It's hard to blame them.
"Considering their sincere hearts, we won't take the things. Demonic energy is evil, and the young girl is weak. Remember to avoid them in the future." The healers spoke kindly to Song Tingwan, but before leaving, they couldn't help but glare at Baili Xijiang.
You brat.
Baili Xijiang scratched his head, then belatedly smiled apologetically at the elders.
After the person left.
Song Siyao frowned, looking at her pale face, and asked thoughtfully again, "Elder Ning was attacked and fainted, and my sister was also affected?"
The fact that both of them had accidents at the same time makes it hard not to have some concerns.
Now only a few of them remain in this area, and their three friends, upon hearing this, looked over with concern.
Injuries to the spiritual consciousness are the most difficult to heal so far. If the spiritual consciousness is injured, a mild case can be treated with a mind-clearing pill, while a severe blow can only be treated by lying down and sleeping to recover.
Judging from Elder Fuqu's expression just now, Elder Ning guessed that he was seriously injured.
Could it be that after injuring Ning Chongxuan, the mysterious big shot didn't forget to hurt her as well?
Perhaps they're just jealous of Wan'er's beauty.
Qin Xi couldn't understand why, and her thoughts wandered, feeling utterly bewildered.
As for what she said about demonic energy entering the body.
It's not impossible.
The other three didn't think much of it, as they weren't kidnapped by the monsters and didn't know the Bodhi bracelet was lost by her.
"Wan'er is weak; it must be because that wretched demonic energy is too cold and has pulled her into an illusion."
"I have some calming pills here, would Miss Song like to take one?"
"If I ever see that demonic energy again, I'll punch it all up!"
After thanking her friends for their kindness, Song Tingwan accepted the calming pill from Wan Qiji, saying, "Thank you, Aji."
If we refuse, this somewhat self-conscious, old-fashioned cultivator will probably be disappointed again.
Sure enough, Wanqiji smiled with satisfaction.
Song Siyao, who was supporting her older sister, glanced at him again. Unexpectedly, he was quite perceptive.
"Ayao and I still need to report on the matter of the Demon Mist Forest. You should go back first."
Seeing that her expression had softened, they asked her a few words of concern and then left obediently.
The two sisters were left behind and slowly walked towards the main hall on the summit.
The smile on Song Tingwan's face gradually faded, and she looked calmly at the road in front of her.
This was the first time the two sisters had been so silent.
She knew her sister had many questions.
But she didn't know where to begin explaining.
Song Siyao suddenly smiled for no apparent reason.
"Sister, just tell me if you are injured."
She understood her sister's unspoken words.
She was closest to her older sister just now, and she could clearly see the murderous intent and horror in her eyes, as well as the helplessness and fear she felt when she fell into her arms.
Why be afraid afterward?
He held her hand tightly, as if he was very worried about her.
Even now, they haven't let go.
Looking down at her tightly clenched, white fingertips, Song Siyao didn't intend to ask.
All she wanted to know was whether she had hurt herself while dealing with Elder Ning.
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Is that all you're asking?
Song Tingwan looked up, moved, and met her sister's clear, bright eyes.
It is the look in one's eyes that comes from being loved, without the need to fight day and night, risking one's life for a glimmer of hope.
Clean and pure.
She suddenly felt relieved.
At present, she is raising her younger sister very well.
As for that old man...
If you love to talk so much, then keep your mouth shut for the rest of your life.
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