Saint Son Mi Yan stared at her blankly, his eyes blinking repeatedly.
Everyone felt a slight chill, realizing that the atmosphere was rather grim due to the little stoic's pervasive low pressure.
"Who wants you to be this saint?" Qiaoqiao roared angrily. "Are you an idiot?! Do you still think you can save everyone in the world?"
"I hate people like you the most—the moment something happens, you immediately push Qiaoqiao behind you!" The little stoic furiously shouted in rapid succession. "You think you're so capable! You think you can do everything yourself, so what's Qiaoqiao for??"
Everyone wanted to laugh hearing her refer to herself as "Qiaoqiao" again and again, but... if they laughed out loud now, they'd be in for a scolding!
"We agreed to fight side-by-side! The moment there's danger, you toss me aside!" Qiao Mu poked Mi Yan's shoulder forcefully with her index finger, her face filled with anger. "You're fine, you sacrifice yourself, lie down on the ground, and die with no worries! And you expect me to owe you a huge favor? You wish!!"
"Is my favor that easy to owe??"
Saint Son Mi Yan retreated step by step...
Qi Xuanxuan timidly shuffled closer to Qiao Mu and whispered, "Qiao, Qiaoqiao, I, let's treat the Saint Son's injuries first."
Poor Saint Son, he looked like he was about to kick the bucket...
Qiao Mu's face was grim. She roared at Saint Son Mi Yan, expressionlessly, "Strip!"
Everyone's mouths twitched.
Saint Son Mi Yan even dramatically crossed his arms over his chest in protest...
One incense stick later.
Saint Son Mi Yan, covered in ointment from head to toe, kept flinching, constantly exclaiming, "Hey, hey, Stoic, Stoic Face, be gentle, be gentle!! My arm is seriously injured."
The little stoic's face was cold. As she bandaged him, she unceremoniously cursed, "Aren't you supposed to be radiating holy light, old man?"
Saint Son Mi Yan looked chagrined, having been retorted. "I, I..."
"I didn't know you possessed a Spirit Domain." He figured that throughout their journey, Qiaoqiao had been wary of him.
Perhaps it was precisely because he was there that the little stoic hadn't opened her Spirit Domain and put everyone else inside.
Of course, there was also Chen Baojia...
Thinking this, a faint sense of grievance suddenly welled up in the Saint Son's heart.
Then he said, "What about Chen Baojia?"
"Are you going to display your saintly heart again and try to save her life?"
Saint Son Mi Yan felt a bit wronged by the retort. "I was just asking, why are you always snapping at me?"
"Here, take it back!" The little stoic's face was taut as she unceremoniously threw something at his face.
Saint Son Mi Yan caught the space ring and couldn't help but be surprised. "Little, little stoic, aren't you, aren't you the most fond of wealth?"
"A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it righteously," the little one said coldly and stiffly. "Who wants your inheritance?! You keep it and pass it on to your disciples or children!"
The Saint Son immediately put on a pure and arrogant expression. "This Saint Son serves my god wholeheartedly, how could I have children?"
Qiao Mu paused for a few seconds, then said, "Your Divine Temple has been destroyed by us."
The Saint Son also fell silent.
A moment later, everyone reappeared on the scorched earth that remained of the Divine Temple.
Saint Son Mi Yan stood with his back to everyone, silent. Everyone knew he wasn't in a good mood.
After all, it was the homeland where he had grown up, now reduced to this state.