Cremation is the fate of every disciple.
Song Yan was taken aback, he thought the little girl would get hurt again, come to this bamboo hut again, and he would treat her again.
When he hadn't seen her for a long time, he thought that the reason she hadn't come was because she was afraid of the awkwardness of meeting him, so she went elsewhere for treatment.
Beside him, the Sword Cultivator felt something, and patted Song Yan's shoulder, saying in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Bai, Junior Sister Xiaojiu is a true Sword Cultivator, don't be sad."
Song Yan looked at this Sword Cultivator, then at the crowd, and suddenly clasped his hands, saying: "Everyone, please help guard this place. If any brothers come later, please treat them with Washing Evil Soup and Healing Medicine. I'm going to Cyan Moss Island."
"Go ahead, Brother Bai."
"Junior Brother Bai, don't be too sad. Everyone dies, and dying on the battlefield, dying in slaying demons and evils, is truly a fortunate thing."
