"Master, how long are we going to stay here?" Bai Zhirui fiddled idly with a flying shuttle.
It was a magical artifact given by Zui Jiu to Zheng Yi, who thought it was useless and passed it on to his disciple.
Bai Zhirui was restless, and the leisurely days at Wenxian Temple made her restless; after her injuries healed, she began to stir.
Zheng Yi shook his head and sighed, "The Canglan Realm is about to fall into chaos, acting alone in troubled times is too dangerous."
"For the time being, you'd better join a sect; it's safer to act with them."
There was a clang as the flying shuttle fell from Bai Zhirui's hand, and she looked like she was about to cry, "Master, are you abandoning me?"
Zheng Yi broke into a sweat, "When did I say I was abandoning you? You'll always be my disciple; you can't run away after recognizing me as your master."
"The Canglan Realm is now filled with crises. For you, it's both a danger and an opportunity."
