Raindrops fell like goose feathers, spraying down on everyone, cool droplets like fog or clouds, much like the lingering haze in the hearts of the Loose Cultivators that couldn't be dispersed.
Listening to the voice that had just sounded, standing beside Xu Yuan, the seemingly harmless Lin Qingque gazed at the black shadows charging towards them, tilting her head slightly. The cold and ethereal beauty revealed a sweet smile on her face, "Just now, someone called me a little girl, right?"
Upon seeing this sweet smile, for some reason, the Loose Cultivators who were pouncing towards them felt a chill at the heart.
But after all, they were people who had gone through many dangers, and they wouldn't retreat just because of Lin Qingque's somewhat eerie smile.
A chill in the heart didn't slow them down; instead, they quickened their pace.
"Everyone, there's no need to be afraid, she's just bluffing."
