Pitiful cannon fodder

"The inner realm isn't that dangerous after all. Old man Xie is just trying to scare me. That old bastard just doesn't want me to come and find something good." "Hmph!" Ling Chuxi coldly snorted as she kept her sword.

Shi chenhua and Zi Yin opened their mouths but did not know what to say.

Wasn't it dangerous? If Ling Chuxi was here, with just the two of them, they really would not be able to deal with these spirit beasts. Even if they could save their lives, they would most likely be covered in dust and leave the illusionary realm in dejection.