"Can you really keep me safe, Uncle?"
Su Liangyuan squinted, "Don't trust me? If I weren't a man, would I still need you?"
"There are other women taking shelter from the rain outside. Why did you specifically choose me, Uncle?"
Sang Que wanted to buy some time, not to have Su Liangyuan catch someone else.
Su Liangyuan sneered, "Ordinary people can't bear Huilan's resentment. They'd be scared to death before even getting close. Only the blood of practitioners can help Huilan break through the seal."
Sang Que lowered her gaze, pretending to ponder. After a moment, she nodded slightly and put the Xuan Yu down from her shoulder.
"If that's the case, then I'll trouble Uncle to protect me."
After she spoke, Sang Que reached into her bag and rummaged for a while before taking out a dagger. Frowning, she slowly cut her palm. Blood oozed out, and the air in the room suddenly became agitated. The movement of Huilan combing her hair in the copper mirror paused slightly.
