"I'm going to the Demon Race's territory next, so I won't be staying in the sect for long."
Song Wanning turned her head and smiled at her master.
What she was doing now would not only better the lives of the people she loved but also help them ascend more smoothly.
She cherished this feeling of quiet accomplishment.
If those invaders weren't eliminated, the Heavenly Dao of the Wood Sculpture Realm might sacrifice these people.
She absolutely could not let the events of her past life happen again.
Leng Qingzhu fell silent for a moment, then smiled and patted Song Wanning's head.
"No matter your cultivation level, you will always be my disciple. In my eyes, you'll always be that little girl who dares to love and to hate."
"So, if you're tired, don't carry the burden alone."
"Your master will always protect you."
Her eyes were full of loving affection. Only in front of Song Wanning could she completely relax.
