"Senior Brother Yan is indeed extremely cautious."
Qin Qianlian looked at the figure in front of him and subconsciously frowned.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted upon seeing this figure tainted with the aura of evil spirits.
Qin Qianlian mocked, "A mere incarnation of the Yin Yang Mirror... Is such caution necessary? This time heading south, besides Wu Zhexian, there are no other Yang Gods."
Yan Xie heard the sarcasm in Qin Qianlian's words.
He laughed indifferently, "Given the gravity of the matter, caution is warranted. Besides... having someone who once ascended to the Yang God realm by your side necessitates some prudence, doesn't it?"
"Jun Shan?"
Qin Qianlian turned around, looking toward the small mountain peak.
At the spot where the moonlight was most abundant, at the resonance of spiritual energy from Tiger Creek Cave Heaven, lying on a bamboo chair, a Daoist-robed child was breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.
