"I've taken it out."
The bamboo joints in my palm radiated warmth, and my body, which is usually sensitive to the cold, warmed up in that instant.
Song Tingwan looked at her with surprise, "Just holding it in my hand warms my body."
Song Siyao pulled up her slipped mink shawl and said, "Then this trip was worth it."
She didn't mention how difficult it was to climb the nine-story pagoda, nor the blood that flowed everywhere and the bones that were almost crushed.
She just smiled and said, "This trip was worth it."
The elders next to them huddled together with Lord Yan, marveling at the sight.
This little girl showed no joy at breaking through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. She gave the treasure she had gone through so much trouble to her sister, which only warmed her sister's naturally weak body.
That's all, and she said it was worth it.
"My disciple values loyalty and friendship," Yan Shanjun said proudly with a smile.
Baili Xijiang and Wanqiji stood aside, laughing foolishly.
"It still has to be our sister."
As Baili Xijiang praised him, Song Siyao politely turned his head and smiled. Then, looking at the composed Wan Qiji beside him, the two nodded and looked away.
Song Siyao didn't look back after she reached the ninth floor.
But she knew that her sister's two close friends had also been struggling for a very long time.
Why--
This dragon.
Song Siyao suddenly looked at her elder sister thoughtfully and abruptly asked, "Is elder sister on good terms with the Dragon Clan?"
Why are there two dragons, which are rarely seen, appearing beside my sister?
"What! A dragon?!"
"Where's the dragon?! Come out and fight!"
Chu Hou suddenly turned his head and stared at his junior sister who had teleported in front of the four of them.
He was so focused on watching Song Siyao's cool breakthrough when he threw out the dragon scales that he didn't notice anything.
Looking at the unfamiliar faces before them, Song Tingwan and the other three silently took a step back.
Adorned with a wolf's head, what a ruthless person.
Especially Baili Xijiang, which he specifically mentioned.
Seeing the fierce fighting spirit in the other person's eyes, just like that of a younger sister or Aji, she quietly swallowed.
Song Tingwan squeezed her sister's hand, indicating that she would explain the Dragon Clan to her later.
“Ayao, this must be your second senior brother who just returned to the sect.”
During the short time he was back, the sect was abuzz with discussion. Judging from his exotic attire, it was the style of the Rakshasa tribe, who were rumored to live next to the Demon Realm.
She spoke softly, and Chu Hou, who had been scrutinizing them with sharp eyes, realized what was happening. He placed one hand on his chest and nodded slightly to Song Siyao.
“That’s right, my name is Chu Hou, and I am your second senior brother.”
"Let's have a fight when we have time."
"Before that, tell me where the dragon is."
Dragons are a naturally powerful race, and Chu Hou became excited, slowly forming the Rakshasa Palm in his hand, wishing he could fight on the spot.
A sudden, terrifying divine sense spread, and Song Tingwan paused, then lowered her eyes gently, her smile unchanged.
The divine consciousness, however, remained quietly dormant within the spiritual platform.
As long as she doesn't release it voluntarily, and the other party doesn't deliberately use spiritual power to invade her spiritual platform, no one will be able to detect it.
The dragons, who were very sensitive to the aura, gasped and hid behind Wan Qiji, trembling with fear.
The elders frowned in displeasure. Just as Yan Shanjun was about to tell his second disciple to restrain himself, a hand slowly rose behind Wan Qiji.
A young dragon trembled and said, "Um... I am a dragon, but I am also a pill cultivator."
Crispy Danxiu.
But it is a dragon.
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