"Alright, it's getting late. We should be on our way."
Only at this moment did Lin Qingluo turn around, grinning as she played the part of the peacemaker.
"It's best not to wander around in the coming days. Jinling City is gathering cultivators, and killing and robbing are happening frequently. If you can avoid trouble, please do."
"Okay, let's go home."
A group of young men agreed in unison and stood up from the ground.
Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingying, the siblings of the Ye Clan, lagged behind.
Lin Qingluo stepped forward leisurely and forcefully pulled Ye Qinghan away, helping Ye Qingying up and wiping her tears with a handkerchief moistened with spiritual medicine.
The redness and swelling of her eyelids visibly receded.
Ye Qingying's eyes glimmered with gratitude, and a streak of determination flitted across the depths of her eyes.
"Qingluo, I..."
"Cousin, let's go home first. We can talk when we get back."
