Where the Problem Lay

After just a moment of thought, Mo Tiange already made a decision inside. She looked up and said, "Master, I want to go."

Lord Daoist Jinghe wasn't at all surprised by her decision. With a nod, he said, "Master naturally won't stop you if you want to go, but you must make proper preparations beforehand."

This point was precisely what Mo Tiange was worried about. "Master, I have yet to refine my natal magic weapon, and I've just formed my Gold Core—my abilities in fights of magical power are a bit weak, so what should I do?"

Lord Daoist Jinghe effortlessly pointed at Qin Xi. "Then go with your senior martial brother. At least someone will look after you."

Mo Tiange was startled. "Master, aren't you going to go too?"

Before Lord Daoist Jinghe could answer, Qin Xi already spoke. "Master's a Nascent Soul cultivator. He has a group of close friends who invited him; he'll naturally go with them. It'd be inconvenient for him to take us along."