"It's... it's nothing..." The tips of Jiang Xinli's ears turned a faint red as she changed the subject. "We've reached the end of the river."
Ye Kuo suppressed the fluttering in his heart and hummed in agreement.
The two had barely walked a few hundred meters after going ashore when they saw dense, dark figures begin to stir in the thick fog ahead.
Ye Kuo reminded her in a low voice, "They're Low-level Puppet Corpses. There's no need to be afraid, Female Master."
Jiang Xinli's breath hitched.
As if sensing the danger in their surroundings, a pale yellow glow, invisible to the naked eye, swiftly enveloped her body.
Worried that being held in his arms would get in his way during the fight, Jiang Xinli quickly said, "Ye Kuo, maybe... it would be better if you carried me on your back."
"Female Master, my back can be wounded, but I will not allow my heart to be," Ye Kuo said in a deep voice, pulling her even tighter into his embrace.
