Seeing that his eldest disciple was safe,
Chen Ye truly relaxed.
He was increasingly wary of that Duqing Divine Son.
"No way... Cannot fall under her control and become her puppet on strings."
"Moreover, cannot let any matter related to her harm the disciples."
Seeing Zhiwei's now pale face, Chen Ye finally made up his mind to refuse Qin Jiaming's request.
As a master,
he could not let his disciples serve as amusement for the Duqing Divine Son.
The hearts of the two little girls hanging in midair settled back into their chests.
"That's great! Senior Sister is okay, not only okay but also about to become stronger!"
Qing Jun smiled through tears, quickly wiped the tears off her face, and the drooping tuft of hair on her head stood up spiritedly again.
As for why a little girl would have tufts of hair... True Dragon matters naturally defy common sense; one could consider it a transformation of her concealed dragon horns.
