The girl had a cute and delicate face, her pure eyes resembling those of a deer.
Yan Sinian suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at the girl's figure.
"Qingqing?" he murmured to himself.
For a moment he couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality.
However, Li Sanniang didn't hesitate at all, finding the girl's sudden appearance bothersome.
"Get out of the way!" The Ghost Cultivator's fingers formed into claws, viciously lunging for Yue Qingqing's crown.
Yan Sinian's heart shook violently, his eyes nearly bursting with rage, wishing he could tear Li Sanniang into thousands of pieces.
With his little junior sister's frail body, how could she withstand a blow from this Ghost Cultivator?
Yet Yue Qingqing was not afraid at all, her hands together turning the entire corridor orange-red.
"You're also a cultivator?" Li Sanniang felt like coughing up blood.
She never knew cultivators were so worthless; how old was this girl in front of her?
Twelve? Thirteen?
