Meng Xiaochan pursed her lips and said nothing.
This was still the first time she had heard about these things.
After all, she didn't know much about that late great-grandmother.
"So, let's just settle down in this mountain range for the next three or five years until the heat dies down. Once your teacher recovers some mana, we'll consider our next move," said Nangong Mili as she pinched her disciple's delicate cheek.
"Yes, Master," Meng Xiaochan replied.
Moved by her master's words and actions, Meng Xiaochan's previously taut mental spirit finally eased a little.
These past three months, she had been utterly wound up.
Terrified that the people from Heavenly Sword Sect would discover their whereabouts.
After all, with her strength, thinking she could escape pursuit while escorting Nangong Mili was nothing but wishful thinking.
Although Nangong Mili was extremely weak now, at least she gave Meng Xiaochan a backbone and a sense of calm.
Just then.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"