Xie Jianjia nodded gently. "I'm counting on you, Brother Xiao Teng."
Xiao Teng then shared some information he had gathered over the past two days and outlined his plan to safely escort her to the Sword Sect. After that, he took the white porcelain bottle and departed.
Xie Jianjia watched his back disappear down the long corridor before slowly retracting her gaze. A strange glint appeared in her eyes, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a cold calm.
Right now, her cultivation and strength were what mattered most.
She had remained hidden for so many years. If the Immortal Suppression Bureau truly crippled her, her identity would inevitably be exposed. This would arouse suspicion, and she might even be mistaken for a Demon, facing a fate of utter annihilation, body and soul.
After all, she was not the real Xie Jianjia. The real Xie Jianjia had died at the age of seven.
