No words were said between them
Chen Leike's laughter was light and airy, dispersing any anxiety Nan Chang might have. She giggled along with him, steering their shared steed as he swung around his meteor hammers.
And while Nan Chang trusted the uncanny fortune that was blessed upon Chen Leike's being, she was not so careless to rely entirely on him. She at least had the mind to disperse the essence replicating talismans whenever they approached one of those tall towering beings.
"I'm so glad we met up with Sect Leader Zhao on our way here! Imagine if we just rushed into battle against these weird things without any useful tools," Nan Chang giggled with wind in her hair. Her arm fanned out like she was about to twirl around in a dance, no anxiety nor concern clouding her movements.
"That wouldn't happen, Xiao Chang'er, are you forgetting who I am?" Chen Leike raised a brow, leaning over her shoulder. His breath warmed the slope of her neck.