The young girl stopped speaking, looking at his smiling face, and smiled along with him.
"Hey, silly boy, what if one day I'm taken by the pig demon like last time?"
"No matter who it is, I'll snatch you back again!" The boy's firm promise echoed clearly through the mountains and woods.
Although the journey was filled with warmth, Baili An dared not pause for even a moment, as he was truly worried about her leg injury.
Yet when one is anxiously rushing on the road, there will always be one or two people who suddenly appear to disrupt your pace.
And at this moment, Baili An was forced to stop because there, blocking the path ahead, stood such a young man.
The young man was not very handsome, with dark skin and a lean build, but he was wearing the authentic entry-level disciple attire of the Taixuan Sect.
He held a broken cucumber in his hand, standing on the ruined ground, staring at Baili An and the Yin Baishuang in his arms with a sullen expression.
