An Xiaxin has already been taught how to use the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power; as long as she has enough courage, she isn't afraid of danger—what's worrying is that she may lack the courage.
"I remember," An Xiaxin nodded heavily, a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes that was never there before.
Such a gaze also reassured Han Yan.
"Let's go." Upon Han Yan's command, Mu Tu whipped the horses, and the carriage sped away.
"Take care, Master Priest!" Behind them, a group of Priest Guards clutched their chests and saluted, watching the carriage disappear from sight before turning back.
