4755

Chapter 4755: A Request

Qiao Mu gave him an expressionless look.

The Heavenly Dao, meeting her cold, moon-like gaze and seeing her desolate expression, felt its mood sink sharply.

This little girl, she wants to...

Could she possibly want to annihilate the entire Forgetful River land?

This was serious now. The Heavenly Dao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. It looked up and saw Xuanhuang appearing. "Quick, oh my! You're finally back! Quickly take your troublesome child home. My old heart is about to have a heart attack because of her!"

"Quick, stop playing. Splitting mountains, breaking seas, and drawing water to flood Forgetful River is no joke..."

Xuanhuang grabbed the blustering Heavenly Dao, sternly scolding, "Quiet down."

"Damn it, who's not quiet now? It's your disciple, she..." The Heavenly Dao's gaze suddenly fell beside the little stoic. "Huh, whose divine soul is this now?"

At that moment, a faint, almost transparent wisp of divine soul floated out from beside the little stoic.

Qiao Mu recognized it at a glance: it was Senior Long Xuanji.

As soon as Long Qian saw Ancestor Xuanji appear, she immediately hid behind the old woman, whimpering, "Ancestor, save me."

Senior Xuanji, however, didn't even spare Long Qian a glance. Her gaze fell on the little stoic, and she spoke gently, "Child, please stop for now."

"Your soul body is very unstable now. Why don't you quickly put away this Saint Artifact?"

Xuanhuang's brows furrowed slightly. She drifted to her little disciple's side and looked suspiciously at Long Xuanji's soul body, thinking: This soul body is already so faint it's almost transparent. It must only be a small wisp of soul-thought, at most it will last for half an incense stick's time before dissipating.

The little stoic was a person who clearly distinguished between gratitude and grudges.

Her enemy was Long Qian. As for Long Xuanji... she had always only shown kindness.

This Ancestor Xuanji had played an indelible, supportive role in her growth.

She couldn't bring herself to treat someone coldly.

So, she put away her Fuxi Sword, but the massive projection formed by the surging sea currents remained in mid-air, only now it was frozen in place, not a single drop of water falling.

The little stoic respectfully bowed to Long Xuanji, then said to herself, "Senior, out of the one hundred and three first-generation disciples of the Xuanji Sect, more than eighty have been found."

A glimmer of relief shone in Long Xuanji's eyes. She nodded, her tone involuntarily relaxing a bit, "Second Generation Sect Master."

"Your whole family is 'Second'." This sentence had been said before in the Xuanji Secret Realm, in front of Long Xuanji's soul projection.

Now, saying it in front of Long Xuanji's conscious wisp of soul, Senior Xuanji's face looked a bit bewildered...

"Earlier, in Senior Tianji Zi's secret realm, I also severely taught Senior Tianji Zi's disciple, Senior Brother Tiantu Zi, a lesson for you."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of joy quickly crossed Long Xuanji's eyes. "Is that so? Good child, you truly didn't disappoint the heavy task I entrusted you with. You've completed so many things so quickly. Truly worthy of being my Xuanji Sect's Second Generation Sect Master."

Huh, wait a minute, she's here now, and it doesn't seem to be for casual chitchat with the little stoic.

There was still something important to say, otherwise, her soul body, flickering as it was, would soon scatter with the wind.

Strange, how did she get inexplicably sidetracked by the little girl's words?

Long Xuanji quickly collected her thoughts and spoke directly, "Second Generation Sect Master, please spare the Merfolk of Forgetful River Land."

"These disappointing creatures, like mud that can't be molded, but they are still my clan members after all."