"Speak up, what do you half human, half ghost creatures want to do?"
Miao Xian'er might not be tall, but her spirit was undeniably strong.
With her hands clasped behind her back, she walked unhurriedly toward the edge of the cliff.
Qin Yu stood behind Miao Xian'er, also sizing up the three figures in black robes whose faces were shrouded in shadows, never clearly visible.
It was still summer, and he wondered how they could bear being wrapped up so tightly...
Hot, isn't it?
"Come here, come back to Xiangxi with us, and we'll release this old fart!"
One of the figures in black robes spoke up.
"Hiss..."
Under the bright sun overhead, this cold and bone-chilling voice reached Qin Yu's ears, sending shivers down his spine.
"What a joke, why should I go back to Xiangxi with you?"
Miao Xian'er scoffed.
The Xiangxi Corpse-Driving Clan and the Miaojiang Gu Clan had always been at odds. She wasn't a fool; following these people back to Xiangxi, what good could come of it?