"Why are you here? Not afraid of getting mobbed?"
Huang Cuihua, dressed in the attire of an Outer Sect Disciple, replied, "Who am I? No one can break through my illusion magic."
Embracing Sangmo's shoulders, she said, "Did you miss me?"
Sangmo pushed her arm away, "Rein yourself in, Sister Mucheng has been keeping an eye on the senior brother lately. Who knows when she might burst out? I won't be protecting you then."
"Her?" Huang Cuihua spoke indifferently, "She can't come. Xuanwu Peak is having internal strife."
"What?" Sangmo exclaimed, shocked, "What internal strife?"
"The adults at home are dead, leaving just a child and a pile of immeasurable wealth behind. It's bound to be a mess."
After hearing this, Sangmo turned and started heading towards Xuanwu Peak.
Huang Cuihua grabbed her, "Where do you think you're going?"
"To help, of course," Sangmo replied.
"You can't go. If you do, it will only make things more embarrassing for her."
