"Master, are we going to take revenge? Jinghong will accompany you."
Jinghong is in sync with the master, sensing the master's unusual emotional fluctuations, his battle cells are boiling and roaring, eagerly wanting to slay the enemy under the sword.
"I'll go too."
Youhuang can't bear to be left out, blurting out without thinking.
"A mere late-stage Foundation Establishment scum, it's not worth your effort."
Little Kingfisher sneered, "I can burn him into ash with a single fire blast."
"Sister, let them go."
Lin Yixuan suddenly spoke, a strange light flashing in his eyes: "To find the supreme treasure, we need their protection."
"Alright."
Lin Qingluo pondered for a moment, then agreed willingly.
"Yeah!"
Jinghong fused with the sword, transforming into a five-year-old boy, frolicking around the master: "Finally, it's my turn to show off my power. I'll let those bullies know how formidable I am, I won't stop until I beat them up."
