"Nonsense! Even if something should happen to me, Ling'er, you must live on well."
Shi Xiaole reached out and gently patted Ling'er on the head. She, like a docile kitten, pressed one side of her face against Shi Xiaole's chest, not minding the bloodstains on it at all.
For Ling'er, such warmth and generosity were the only things that could comfort her after her grandfather's death.
Shi Xiaole found himself unable to scold her further; after all, she was but an innocent young girl. Besides, his injuries were severe and needed urgent healing. It would be bad if they encountered an enemy.
There was a moment of tranquility in the cave, with only the dripping of the rock water sounding.
"Brother, was grandfather named Beigong Jue?"
Ling'er suddenly asked. She had heard this name at Endless Risky Peak.
"Didn't Ling'er know before?"
Shi Xiaole was somewhat surprised.
