Yun chujiu curled her lips. “Nonsense. If I turn into a Gouwei Bacao, how would you recognize me? !”
Di beiming smiled faintly. “Even if you turn into a grass, you’ll still be more smart and cute than other grasses.”
Hei Xinjiu’s thick-skinned face turned red. This pretty boy had finally learned how to talk after a good sleep.
In order to cover up the shyness that had finally appeared, he shifted the topic with his eyes:
“Well, since you have some understanding of the situation outside, you should know that this is the chaotic spirit pool of the inner gate of the primeval sword sect, and My Cave is in the outer gate.
“You should think of a way to return to the cave with me without anyone noticing.”
Di beiming pondered for a moment and said, “Give me a set of sect uniform. Then you think of a way to attract the attention of elder Murong at the door. I’ll take the opportunity to leave this place. I’ll think of a way to leave the inner sect to find you after dark.”
