Xiang Muqing froze upon hearing this, looked warily at the demonic cultivator, and said calmly, "Master, they do not come with good intentions. Shall this disciple stay close at hand to await your orders?"
The demonic cultivator tilted his head, and the swirling black mist instantly stilled.
Han Miaojun gave a light chuckle and waved Xiang Muqing away. This was a high-tier match that Xiang Muqing could not handle; staying behind would only mean throwing her life away.
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