Qing Luan listened to Cheng Guang's words, her red lips slightly parted, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
Qing Luan had been listening to every word from Granny Qianhua.
She knew that Granny Qianhua had mentioned that the Huashan Sword Sect was an especially dangerous place.
Even Granny Qianhua herself dared not tread there lightly.
How could the Princely Heir dare to go alone?
Qing Luan wanted to dissuade Cheng Guang, but upon seeing the profound gaze in his handsome face, she found herself unable to utter the words of caution.
Because Qing Luan knew.
The decisions made by the Princely Heir were rarely swayed by the persuasion of others.
That Cheng Guang could bring her along this time was already an exceptional case.
"Princely Heir, I will go."
After thinking for a moment, Qing Luan took a deep breath and nodded firmly.
She wanted to accompany the Princely Heir and see for herself.