Little Lizi's small body trembled slightly.
She looked at Gu Xing, who resembled a ghost, with fear in her eyes but forced herself to muster courage.
This ghost-like brother, though a bit scary to look at.
But when she thought that it was this ghost-like brother who resurrected her father, the gratitude overwhelmed the instinctive fear.
Therefore, despite the thought of facing those two terrifying Demon Race lords made her so scared she almost cried.
She still used all her strength to voice her request for guidance.
Gu Xing slowly crouched down and gently picked up the frail yet brave little girl.
The little girl was light, carrying the scent of the mine's dust and a slight chill.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Little Lizi first nodded firmly, then as if trying to convince herself, shook her head vigorously.
"I... I believe in the Divine Envoy!"
However, Gu Xing slowly shook his head.
He leaned close to Little Lizi's ear and spoke in a voice only she could hear:
