Zewu was a misjudgment of her, but it also gave her a clearer understanding of the world.
In her past life, in the revolving narrative from her younger sister's perspective, Zewu was not a villain, and was not even mentioned much.
She used to think simply: when saving people, just avoid saving the villains and bad guys.
But human nature is complex and fickle.
Look at Zewu, isn't he a living example?
Anyone can become the 'villain' of their life if they act for their own benefit.
A 'good person' may only be a good person in front of her; who knows what they are really like behind her back?
Now that she doesn't have a good impression of Zewu, she is naturally worried about Xiaoyuer, who was taken away by him.
Elder Queying, who was protecting the child with him, was from the Sword Inquiry Sect. As Si Yao's personal disciple, he could say something to him.
"...I'll be right back, you stay here and don't wander off."
Song Siyao frowned as he looked at her pale lips and left with some unease.
Her younger sister hurried away with worry, and Song Tingwan couldn't help but gasp as she forced a smile.
It hurts so much, boohoo.
She's always been afraid of pain.
My body, which I had carefully protected in previous years, was injured twice.
I'm afraid this injury will make his already weak body even weaker.
Song Tingwan swallowed another Rejuvenation Pill, which barely eased the pain.
The demon king was still howling in the sky when Song Tingwan silently drew out a communication talisman that she had never used with someone before.
—Ouch, that hurts. Give him a couple more punches for me.
The majestic white dragon on the horizon paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into flames. Its tail, wreathed in purple fire, slapped fiercely against the howling unidentified creature, eliciting an even louder wail of pleas for mercy.
"My ancestor, I've never heard of him having a grudge against the Demon King before."
"I don't know much about it, but do dragons need a reason to beat someone up?"
"Yeah, that's right. This guy's a ruthless fighter who beats people up even when they're above his level. Didn't you see how polite those Mahayana cultivators were to him? They've all been whipped by his tail, hehe..."
The two big shots walked by together, laughing.
Song Tingwan listened calmly, looking up at the dragon in the sky, and couldn't help but chuckle.
The rest is up to the big shots; she, a mere disciple, should just rest and heal her injuries.
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That day, Song Siyao carried her back to the house.
Before leaving, Shen Zhuochuan, who had transformed back into human form, rubbed his neck, his fierce gaze meeting her faintly smiling eyes.
The woman weakly wrapped her arms around her sister's neck, leaned on her shoulder, and smiled at him from afar.
The bloodstains on her clothes hadn't been wiped away, and her pitiful face was unusually pale.
Shen Zhuochuan's eyes turned slightly cold. He was so badly injured, why was he still wandering around outside?
Song Tingwan, who had deliberately asked Si Yao to take her around so that everyone could see her miserable state, secretly winked at him.
Given how badly she's injured, we can't let this go to waste; it's better to make everyone aware of her poor health.
Their eyes met, and they understood each other perfectly.
The man shook his head helplessly. After seeing her lean weakly back on Song Siyao's shoulder, he straightened his robes and turned back to the city lord's mansion to review the situation with the other bigwigs.
This round trip.
I met a lot of people.
He showed his face openly, dressed in the outer disciple robes of the Wenjian Sect.
There was Chu Tan, whose life was saved by her elixir, and many rogue cultivators who recognized her.
She was doing quite well in the group of independent cultivators those two days. When the independent cultivators saw her sect uniform, many of them rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
After confirming that everything was correct, he went up to her with mixed feelings and offered his concern.
Her kindness was so obvious back then that now, whether she is a rogue cultivator or a disciple of a sect, they all cherish that kindness.
Chu Tan and Li Sheng, on the other hand, followed them all the way back to their residence.
"Thank you for saving me. This is an heirloom; it's yours."
Chu Tan adopted a humble attitude and, being rather taciturn, directly handed over an ancient-looking Bagua compass.
Li Sheng didn't stop them, after all, it was a life-saving favor.
Upon hearing that it was a family heirloom, Song Tingwan frowned and refused without hesitation.
“Saving you is the duty of a cultivator. If you wish to repay this debt, I will accept it without hesitation. But you should take back the ancestral heirloom.”
Song Siyao carefully supported her, and looked at them coldly.
These two were from the Xuanhu Sect. Song Tingwan was a pill cultivator, so sending her some rare spiritual plants would please her even more.
But Song Tingwan didn't react, so Song Siyao naturally wouldn't bring it up.
Seeing that she wouldn't accept it, Chu Tan stubbornly pushed the item forward, saying, "This Bagua plate can nourish the body."
The taciturn and stubborn child wouldn't explain much, so Li Sheng, as his closest senior sister, had no choice but to speak to the two sisters:
"Compared to the rare spiritual plants I originally prepared, Junior Brother Chu Tan feels that this Bagua Plate is more suitable for Fellow Daoist Song's physique."
Li Sheng paused, smiled at Song Tingwan, and said, "But the elders mean that since you saved the Supreme Elder's disciple, the Bagua Plate and these spiritual plants are gifts of gratitude."
After saying that, together with Chu Tan, who was still holding the Bagua plate, they handed over a mustard seed bracelet.
Song Tingwan's gaze lingered on the mustard seed bracelet for a moment, then she leaned against her sister without haste, lifting her eyes and smiling gently: "The Suspended Pot Sect is truly generous."
Using a mustard seed space to store spiritual plants is truly extravagant.
Mustard seed bracelets can store living things and also prevent the medicinal effects of spiritual plants from dissipating after they are dug up.
Just like the mustard seed bracelet on her wrist, given to her by Yan Shanjun, containing Xiao Ao.
However, compared to the bracelet in front of her, the one given by Yan Shanjun could change its appearance at will, so that even if Yan Shanjun stood in front of her, he would not recognize it.
That's why we say Lord Yan is so considerate.
She was the first to accept the spiritual plant.
As for Chu Tan, who was standing beside her, his gaze was sincere and clear…
Song Tingwan stared at him for a long time.
"...It's an heirloom, wouldn't it hurt to give it to me?"
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