"Daoist Master..."
Yu Yanshu opened her mouth, but Wan Qiu had already guessed what she wanted to say and preempted her: "Don't ask if I'm afraid. If you're not afraid, then I'm not afraid."
Yu Yanshu immediately fell silent, turning her gaze towards Bai Huang, ultimately putting the decision-making power into his hands.
Using the Sword Qi harbored by Wan Qiu Daoist as a reliance, Bai Huang, who had been talking to her, had already faintly reconstructed in his mind the once appearance of Qingqiu, and said in a certain direction.
"At the very least, I want to take another look at the Qingqiu Mausoleum."
"Granted."
"Lead the way."
Wan Qiu Daoist, standing solitary, had accepted this mission from the Quanzhen Sect prepared for the worst-case scenario.
As for Yu Yanshu, she came here even more urgently than Bai Huang, because she was worried about Su Chengyu.
"Don't dwell on the impossible."
