Wei Zhao knocked on Zhou Qingxue's door a few times and said, "Qingxue, it's me. I'm coming in." As she spoke, she was about to push the door open.
Zhou Qingxue's voice came from inside the room, "Who told you to come? Go accompany your Mistress. I don't want to see you."
Wei Zhao listened to the muffled voice inside, but still, she reached out and pushed the door open. Immediately, she was hit by things thrown by Miss, fortunately, it was just handkerchiefs and small blankets. They didn't hurt when they hit. Wei Zhao hastily gathered these things in her arms and placed them on the table in the room.
Looking up, she saw Miss lying facing the wall on the bed, shoulders trembling. It seemed she was quite upset.
Carefully, Wei Zhao walked to the bedside, found a vacant spot, and sat down. She then sneakily looked at Miss's expression.
While covering herself with a blanket, Zhou Qingxue used her hand to push Wei Zhao, saying, "Get out, I don't need you here. Take care of your Mistress."
Zhou Qingxue didn't use much force in her push. Wei Zhao didn't move at all. She reached out and grabbed Zhou Qingxue's wrist, and in a rare soft tone, she said, "Qingxue, don't be angry. I didn't mean to. I apologize."
Zhou Qingxue turned her body, lying on the bed with the blanket covering her. Wei Zhao was stunned. It seemed that it was not easy to comfort Miss.
Remembering her Mistress's words, Wei Zhao took out the little figure from her dantian. The little figure was eager to play with Wei Zhao. Through the gap in the blanket, Wei Zhao handed the little figure over to Zhou Qingxue.
"Qingxue, I brought you something fun. Take a look at this. Don't be mad at me. I've never comforted anyone before, and comforting people seems so difficult."
Zhou Qingxue felt something being stuffed into the blanket. She wiped away her tears and sat up, seeing a small golden person in her arms. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a Nascent Soul. Zhou Qingxue forgot her anger and turned to ask, "Where did you get this Nascent Soul?"
Wei Zhao, seeing that Zhou Qingxue was willing to talk to her, quickly replied, "It's mine. I took it out to play with you. Please don't be mad."
The little person from Wei Zhao looked nothing like Wei Zhao herself. It cuddled Zhou Qingxue's hand and acted cute. Its golden head rubbed against Zhou Qingxue's palm, treating her as if they were old friends.
Zhou Qingxue's lips slightly curved upwards, but she quickly suppressed her smile. Glaring at Wei Zhao, she asked, "Why did you come here? Don't you need to accompany your Mistress anymore?"
Wei Zhao always felt that mentioning her Mistress would make Zhou Qingxue angry. So, she explained, "My Mistress has a Dao Companion, Miss Song is my Mistress's Dao Companion. She doesn't need me to accompany her."
"That's better. Ice block, don't casually show the Nascent Soul to others in the future. This thing is important." Zhou Qingxue glanced at Wei Zhao.
"Yeah, I know. Are you not angry anymore?" Wei Zhao looked at Miss cautiously and asked.
"Come a bit closer, sit nearer to me." The redness on Zhou Qingxue's cheeks intensified.
Wei Zhao, seeing that Miss had finally stopped crying, obediently moved closer. She also retrieved her little figure.
Zhou Qingxue, with Wei Zhao in her arms, lightly hummed, "Don't make me cry again in the future, or I really won't talk to you. Understand, Wei Zhao?"
Wei Zhao, a bit nervous, hugged Miss. This experience of being embraced face-to-face was a first for her. "Understood. If there's anything in the future, I'll talk to you properly."
Zhou Qingxue, in Wei Zhao's arms, made a soft sound, "That's more like it."
She was surrounded by the scent of Wei Zhao, a fragrance that couldn't be described, but it was refreshing and pleasant. Zhou Qingxue couldn't help but lean against Wei Zhao's shoulder, taking a few more sniffs. She felt happy without any reason. Wei Zhao was different from others.
"Alright, considering you've been so well-behaved today, I'll forgive you." Zhou Qingxue leaned back, not wanting to stay in Wei Zhao's arms for too long.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first?" Wei Zhao looked at Miss's expression, trying to test the waters.
"Alright, but from now on, you have to use the earring to communicate with me every day. Who let you make me cry?" Zhou Qingxue looked at Wei Zhao as if, if Wei Zhao didn't agree, Miss would start crying the next second.
Wei Zhao immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I got it. Qingxue, I'll leave now. Rest well and don't throw things again."
"I know, I know. I'm going to sleep," Zhou Qingxue said, turning her back to Wei Zhao and closing her eyes as if she was about to sleep.
Wei Zhao got up and left. Zhou Qingxue, lying on the bed, smiled. She thought that Wei Zhao must have feelings for her. Now that they had daily communication time, it was only a matter of time before Wei Zhao fell for her. No, it wasn't that she fell for Wei Zhao first. It was because in the secret realm, Wei Zhao hugged her first, taking advantage of her!
Wei Zhao finally felt relieved after comforting Zhou Qingxue. She thought it was all because of the novel deceiving her. In the past, she only had to consider her Mistress, but now, with the addition of Miss, she not only couldn't afford to offend Miss but also felt uneasy when Zhou Qingxue cried. Well, she might as well consider it as finding herself another Mistress.
While Wei Zhao was lost in her thoughts, she saw many disciples in front of her in a state of chaos.
"Bad news! Bad news! Black-clothed people are attacking the residences of the inner disciples."
"Quick, go find someone to report to the Sect Master."
As soon as Wei Zhao heard that there was trouble in the disciples' residences, her heart tightened. She hurriedly rushed back. Just as she returned to her residence, she saw that Song Weizhi was surrounded by over ten black-clothed individuals. Fortunately, Zhao Xunkun and others were nearby and came to help.
"Mistress, how is it?" Wei Zhao shouted anxiously, waving her long whip and joining the battle.
While wielding her sword to deal with the surrounding black-clothed individuals, Song Weizhi took a moment to respond to Wei Zhao, "Wei Zhao, go help Zhao Xuankun protect Xia Xia. I've got this covered."
Song Zhixia, after entering a state of meditation, had not woken up yet. If the meditation was forcibly interrupted, it could cause internal injuries, and in severe cases, there was even a risk of falling into demonic path.
The cultivators in black all had cultivation levels around the Nascent Soul realm. Trained and numerous, Zhao Xuankun soon found it challenging to handle them. Fortunately, Wei Zhao returned, flying to Zhao Xuankun's side to block the black-clothed individuals who attempted to break in.
Having barely stopped the black-clothed individuals at the entrance, five or six of them climbed onto the roof of Song Zhixia's room, trying to enter from above. Wei Zhao had to fly up to block them. Although her cultivation was at the Perfection-Nascent Soul realm, facing seven or eight Nascent Soul realm cultivators was quickly proving to be challenging. Fortunately, Song Weizhi had set up a barrier around the room, making it difficult for them to enter.
On Song Weizhi's side, the situation was not optimistic either. Surrounded by over ten black-clothed individuals, even though she managed to send a few flying with her palm, the enemy was still numerous. Moreover, the leader's cultivation was even higher than Song Weizhi's. The Li Shuo Sword was gradually finding it hard to cover every direction.
"Hmph, you better hand over the person. We're not here for you." The leader, speaking with a strange voice, said.
"You wish," Song Weizhi's disciple robe was already stained with quite a bit of blood, some hers, some from the opponents. She hadn't expected this crisis to come so quickly.
On the roof, Wei Zhao, with several sword injuries, had to resort to touching her left earring urgently, "Qingxue, are you there? My Mistress and I are surrounded by black-clothed people. Can you get some help for us?"
Zhou Qingxue thought Wei Zhao had come back to find her as soon as she returned. Hearing that Wei Zhao was in danger, Zhou Qingxue quickly said, "Wei Zhao, be careful. I'm coming right away."
Saying that, she rode her sword towards Zhou Chengwen's direction. "Brother, black-clothed people are invading our place. Quickly call some disciples to help me rescue them."
Without saying a word, Zhou Chengwen gathered the disciples who usually followed him and flew towards the residences of the inner disciples.
Seeing seven or eight black-clothed people surrounding Wei Zhao, Zhou Qingxue's eyes turned red. She rushed up to help Wei Zhao.
Zhou Chengwen surrounded the black-clothed people with his disciples. The leader, realizing the situation was unfavorable, immediately ordered, "Retreat." After that, he led several people and broke through a bloody path, rushing out.
The remaining individuals were either killed by the disciples or, after being captured, chose to commit suicide. Not a single one was left alive.
Song Weizhi, enduring the sword wounds on her body, was pale. After spending a considerable amount of spiritual qi, coupled with being cut by several swords, she was not in good shape. Wei Zhao was also not faring any better than her. Supported by Zhou Qingxue, she had visible injuries.
Zhou Chengwen ordered his disciples to search the bodies of the black-clothed people to see if they could find out their identities.
"How is it?" Zhou Chengwen asked.
"Senior Brother, they are from the Soul Drawing Sect. All of them have the word 'soul' engraved in the center of their chests."
"Why would demonic cultivators come here to kill people for no reason?" Zhou Chengwen murmured.
Looking at Wei Zhao's injuries, Zhou Qingxue's eyes turned red. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Look at what kind of injuries you've got. I just said not to make me cry."
Wei Zhao wiped the blood on her hands on her clothes before raising her hand to wipe away the tears on Miss's face. With a pale face, she forced a smile, "Don't cry. I don't feel pain."
"How can you not feel pain when you've lost so much blood? Let me apply medicine for you." Zhou Qingxue sniffled, supporting Wei Zhao as they walked into the room.