"Master, shall we take the Holy Sect to attack the Demon Tribe? I've long found that group of treacherous foxes distasteful," Zhi Ling said, brimming with excitement and seemingly impatient, as flames even began to flicker around her.
Lin Yi gave her an unceremonious cuff on the head, "Attack my foot, it would be better to let the Demon Tribe collapse on its own. Even if we were to truly attack, it would be to bring light to the Demon Tribe, not to annihilate them. Understand?"
"Understood, the light is ever-present," Zhi Ling raised her arms, as if she were holding up the sunlight, precisely the signature gesture of the Holy Sect.
"Spending so many years in the Holy Sect hasn't been for nothing; your movements are quite standard," Lin Yi chuckled, then said, "The real body of the Dan Immortal Master seems to be in danger. We need to cross over to the Heng Yuan World to check on him. Do you want to come with me or stay here?"
