Chen Ye made up his mind and no longer hesitated.
The array core of Divine Mist Valley was unstable; the longer it dragged on, the greater the variables.
Moreover, the cultivators of Ten Thousand Puppet Sect have always held hostility towards Lingyin Sect, like hyenas smelling blood. If they harbor ill intentions, not only would the Earth Gourd Sword be lost, but even Sister Qingzhu in the Mao Family might be in danger.
"Zhiwei, Jin'er, Qing Jun. Let's pack up and go out with Master for a trip."
With a flicker of divine sense, Chen Ye summoned the three disciples to the main hall.
Upon hearing about going out, Qing Jun, who was playing with her new flying sword in the courtyard, immediately rushed in like a whirlwind.
"Master! Master! Where are we going? Are we going to the market? There must be delicious food, right?"
The little girl tilted her face up, her big, shiny eyes sparkling, with crystal-clear drool seemingly ready to overflow at the corner of her mouth.
