"Little Mei, things aren't always as they appear on the surface. It just so happens that I might have to go to the Mystic Hell Realm as well for an opportunity. We can all go together," Zhou Cui said, his tone thoughtful as he recalled something important.
His expression was calm, but there was a flicker of determination in his eyes.
"We'll naturally follow Senior Brother Zhou's lead," Xiao Ming replied with a clear smile, his voice devoid of any malice or resentment.
His demeanor was relaxed, almost carefree, as though the dangers of the Mystic Hell Realm were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
Zhou Mei hesitated for a moment, her thoughts drifting to Xi Muyao. She sighed softly, her expression tinged with a hint of worry, before moving to stand beside her brother.
Zhou Cui snapped his fingers gently, and a black phantom shot out from his sleeve, materializing into a majestic Black Feathered Swallow.
