The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder

— sublimated stillness to the limit and thus got a peek at Heaven mystery.

What about me? Xue Qilin sank into her thoughts. For her, what should she sublimate to the limit so that she can get a glimpse at Heaven mystery?

While looking for an answer to this question, her mind drifted. Consequently, she didn't hear Bei Xiaolu, who had already come to her side, call her several times.

"- ouch!"

Suddenly, a burst of pain erupted, and Xue Qilin subconsciously withdrew her left leg. It turns out that Bei Xiaolu kicked her.

"Why did you kick me?"

Xue Qilin held her head and looked at Bei Xiaolu. The latter is looking at her with hands placed on her hips.

"Hey, little one, why are you spacing out? You still can space out in a situation like this?" Bei Xiaolu put up her thumb, turned her eyes, and said, "This old one really admires you!"

"I'm sorry, I got distracted!"

Xue Qilin issued two dry laughs and answered awkwardly.

Bei Xiaolu sighed.

"Forget it. Anyhow, what do we do now?" She looked at midair and asked, "Hey, do you think they'll fight?"

When she heard the other party's words, Xue Qilin looked at the two Grandmasters confronting each other in midair.

The air between them is getting increasingly heavy. The auras of the two, which are confronting each other in midair, are issuing harsh sounds that resemble the buzzing of bees. It seems like a fight is imminent.

Xue Qilin is not sure if they will really fight or not. Although in a fight between Grandmasters, a misstep will destroy the opportunity to step out of the "mortal" field, but one of the two is Jia Lan, who plays by different rules.

Will Jia Lan, whose lifelong pursuit and happiness is pleasure, really care about the Soaring Immortal Realm?

"I don't know…"

— nobody knows.

Feeling restless, Bei Xiaolu exhaled heavily.

"Then it'll be troublesome. If they don't fight, we won't be able to escape!"

It's true that they seem to focus all their attention on each other. But in fact, they still know everything that's happening around them. They can react as soon as Xue Qilin and Bei Xiaolu do anything suspicious.

In that case, what should we do? Xue Qilin pondered for a moment, and then came to beside Bei Xiaolu's ear and whispered, "Beiming Youyu should be here."

"Senior Beiming?"

Bei Xiaolu widened her eyes in disbelief. Xue Qilin nodded silently.

"She must have detected what's going on here. Think about it, there's no way that Jia Lan made an appointment to meet Cang Lin in the forest, is there? She must have sensed Cang Lin's aura before she came to see what's going on. In that case, Beiming Youyu must have sensed it, as well."

Thinking that Xue Qilin's guess is reasonable, Bei Xiaolu exhaled a light "mhm".

"As for why she hasn't shown up yet, I don't know that."

"… maybe she's afraid that the other two will gang up on her!" Bei Xiaolu uttered, not too certainty, "The Northern Kingdom and the Western Regions are always at odds with the Hua Dynasty. Although there are also conflicts of interest between the two states, but they are both poor in resources. They have been coveting the Hua Dynasty's bountiful resources. If they get a chance to get rid of Senior Beiming, they will definitely take it. Senior Beiming's death will be a heavy blow to the Hua Dynasty. By then, the two scoundrel states will definitely send troops to invade the Hua Dynasty."

"That is to say, if Youyu doesn't have a complete grasp of the situation, she won't save us?"

"That's roughly what is means." Bei Xiaolu said imposingly, "It's probably up to us to save ourselves."

Would the pure white lass who talked merrily with me just now really watch me die with folded arms? When this thought popped up, Xue Qilin shook her and threw it away.

— she doesn't believe that.

"No, she will save us!"

Xue Qilin has a firm look in her eyes.

"Don't you think that you trust her too much? No matter how look at it, she is still a martial -"

"Bei Xiaolu, it has nothing to do with whether she is a martial demon or not."

Bei Xiaolu, who was interrupted, raised her eyebrows discontentedly and revealed a questioning look in her eyes, asking Xue Qilin to explain herself.

Xue Qilin was silent for a while, trying to organize the words to persuade the other party. But she soon discovered that —

"- I trust her."

She spoke in a murmuring tone, yet the words are filled with unswerving emotions.

No matter how one thinks about it, there is only one answer. It has nothing to do with race. It's purely because she subconsciously trusts the other party and intuitively believes that the other party won't disregard her.

Xue Qilin wants to believe in her trust in Beiming Youyu. Her feelings seem to have been successfully conveyed to Bei Xiaolu.

"Hey, your relationship with Senior Beiming seems to be quite unusual! So what should we do?"

Bei Xiaolu acknowledged Xue Qilin's thinking and asked what to do next.

Xue Qilin didn't express gratitude for this, but inexplicably sank into a stupor.

— she heard a voice.

"Thank you for trusting me."

A faint, familiar voice sounded.

However, after looking around, she didn't see the figure she has been looking forward to. As a result, she couldn't help but wonder if she was hearing things.

"Asura'er, Cang Lin, you came all the way to bully two juniors?"

Along with the voice, Xue Qilin suddenly discovered a change behind her.

A mist suddenly burst out out of nowhere. The wind surged and the mist formed into a whirlpool. Unexpectedly, however, there is no sense of disorder. As if it is being erased, the spiraling mist extended to the height of a person, looking like a tornado.

However, the wind is quite gentle, feeling like a caress. Everyone noticed this strange development and cast their eyes on it.

All of a sudden, the mist contract, and then burst. With this, peace returned to the surroundings.

"Little Fish!"

Xue Qilin turned around.

It seems like the mist had never appeared, yet it still left a vestige.

Long, snow-white hair exuding a graceful gloss, purple eyes full of intelligence, she always exudes an aloof, ethereal aura.

"Fox, you love to put on an extravagant show, don't you?"

"… Beiming Youyu."

Cang Lin and Jia Lan gazed at Beiming Youyu, who appeared out of thin air, and took different stances regarding the way she appeared. While the round-eyes Bei Xiaolu exclaimed "she really came".

It must be a rare sight in recent years for the three Grandmasters together.

"Great, you finally came. I thought I was going to die this time…"

Xue Qilin clasped her chest, took a few steps back, and exhaled with relief. If she could, she would really like to sit on the ground.

"It took some time to set things up. After all, one against two, that's beyond even my capability."

Beiming Youyu didn't explain things in detail. Instead, she bypassed Xue Qilin and stood in front of her and Bei Xiaolu.

Although she still has many questions, but Xue Qilin tactfully kept them in her belly. She nodded understandingly and said, "I see."