Xiyue and Ao Shu didn't say anything, but their eyes were fixed on the person beside them, leaving the choice to Lin Yi.
Both women were kind-hearted, and when they encountered such a tragic little girl, how could they stand by and do nothing?
Besides, with strength on their side, what was there to fear in opposing the local tyrants?
"Hey, you guys, what sneaky things are you saying behind my back? Are you three here to steal the cultivation techniques of our Dubhe Pavilion?"
Zhang Yun's voice came, deliberately serious, and in that moment, the atmosphere became tense.
Lin Yi had not yet organized his words to accept this new master when Zhang Yun shot him a hostile look, leaving him at a loss for how to explain.
As the atmosphere grew tenser, a playful laugh broke the awkward tension completely.
"Hehe, why so serious? Just joking with you guys."
"I mean, why so serious? Can't your Sect Leader make a joke, being this young?"
