The Camp

Liu Yuanyuan lowered her eyes to hide the coldness in them. She did not want to scare this old man.

She would never forget the feeling of being surrounded and killed by those people.

Just thinking about the word Kongtong made her eyes filled with disgust and coldness.

His eyes had already become vertical.

The elder clearly did not notice it and was saying to Liu Sanniang with interest, "You are all female cultivators. I believe you can become friends with them."

Liu Sanniang smiled. "If we're fated, we might become friends."

The elder nodded. "It's getting late. You should rest early. Tomorrow, you'll be able to reach the camp of our army in half a day's journey."

It was already dark. Even if the old man wanted to talk to Liu Sanniang, he had to let her rest.