We got on the carriage one by one, and Su Qiyuan sat next to me. Along the way, he introduced me to the scenery and places along the way from time to time.
I listened with great interest and unknowingly developed a better impression of him.
The second brother and Senior Shangguan sat opposite, always alert to Su Qiyuan's every move, their eyes full of vigilance.
At this moment, Baili Yanran turned around curiously and asked me, "Sister Ling'er, have you ever been to your grandfather's house?"
With a smile on my face, I replied softly, "Since I was born, I have only heard of my grandfather's house, but I have never been there."
I only heard my eldest and second brothers talk about it occasionally.
My grandfather and his family live in the Lingxu Holy Land, but I don’t know exactly where it is.
After hearing our conversation, my second brother took over and said, "We will pass through a dozen more cities and then we will reach the Xinghe Xianzong where grandpa is.
My second brother went there once when he was a child. There were exquisite little bridges everywhere in the immortal sect, spanning the gurgling water, and it was shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth. My younger sister will definitely love it if she goes there.
Just as everyone was immersed in their fantasies about the Xinghe Immortal Sect, the carriage was heading into a lush and deep forest.
Suddenly, a sharp and cold wind blew, rustling the surrounding branches and leaves. The originally clear sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and the atmosphere instantly became gloomy and terrifying.
The spirit horse pulling the carriage seemed to be extremely frightened. It raised its front hooves high and neighed uncomfortably, and the carriage suddenly stopped.
Su Qiyuan's expression froze, and a glimmer of vigilance flashed across his deep eyes. He lowered his voice and said calmly and steadily, "Everyone, be careful. Something's happening."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and jumped off the carriage first. He stood in front of the carriage with a nimble posture, his eyes as sharp as torches, watching the movements around him vigilantly.
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