"Yes, yes, hurry back, Uncle Qiushi might be worried sick." Min Yi, reminded, thought of Qing Qiushi.
They were tracking disciples of the Saintess Sect, but they hadn't seen them yet. This showed how anxious Qing Qiushi was. Once they met, would Uncle Qiushi scold him?
Probably not. His Uncle Qiushi always valued hierarchy the most. He was a noble young master, so Uncle Qiushi wouldn't do anything to him.
But Uncle Qiushi would inform his grandfather, and his grandfather was someone he couldn't provoke. His grandfather would cry and complain, and he didn't dare to offend him, so he hurriedly left to join up.
...
Still in the land of ice and snow.
An Jiuyue rested her chin on her hands, looking at the men who almost slapped the Evil Dragon. She thought to herself, hurry up and slap him already!
She had never seen someone so dumb. With two choices in front of him, she thought he'd have an easier time; if he couldn't do one, he could always learn the other.
