"I'm not acting..." Jiang Xinli said, then raised two fingers to the sky and vowed, "I swear by the moonlight, I'm telling the absolute truth."
Xuan Ying scoffed. "The absolute truth? Does that refer to you not acting, or you being worried about me?"
"Jiang Xinli, not only are you a good actress, but you're also skilled at playing word games."
"Xuan Ying, not only are you sharp-tongued, you're also crazy," Jiang Xinli shot back, rolling her eyes at him. She then shut them, not bothering to engage with him any further.
"Hah." Xuan Ying lowered his gaze to glance at her, the corners of his lips lifting into a slight smile he didn't even notice.
His cold eyes swept across their surroundings. Though the sandstorm and Puppet Corpses were gone, the two of them were still in the middle of nowhere.
With that thought, he quickened his pace, heading for home.
They hadn't gone far when three tall, imposing dark figures appeared from behind a distant pile of ore.
