"What about the Sword of Heavenly Retribution?"
Little Yun Xuan couldn't help but shed a few tears.
"Sister, don't cry."
Little Yun Xiao saw her sister crying, scrambled up from the ground on his short legs, and wobbled over. He reached up and tried to wipe his sister's tears away.
"Poor little brother."
Yun Xuan hugged her brother, and her tears flowed even more.
"Yun Xuan, trust in your sister."
Lin Qingluo carried Tianbing and Tianxue over, crouched down, and spoke in a gentle and reassuring voice, "Sister has already acquired the Phantom Flower from the Elf King. We will find a way to cover the mark on Little Yun Xiao's forehead."
"Mhm, thank you, sister."
Little Yun Xuan's eyes brightened, and she sincerely thanked Lin Qingluo.