As the disciples of the various immortal sects flew toward the Lieyan Ancient Marsh, many cast cold glares at Chen Xuan. It was as if they were telling him that once they found the Drought Demon, they would settle the score with him—a heretical cultivator.
Sensing these icy gazes, Wan'er, E'yan, and Nan Qianqian felt quite troubled, as if they, too, had been branded heretics by association. In the Kongsang Immortal Realm, anyone who kept company with a heretical cultivator would be shunned by the righteous path. Yet, for the sake of slaying demons and devils, the three sword-wielding maidens flew on, resolute.
"Junior Brother, stay close to me," Wan'er said. She knew that preaching to Chen Xuan was useless; she could only lead by example and hope he would gradually change his mindset.
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