Mi Li rolled her eyes. “Why would I need a disciple’s help? Your master is someone who can dominate the entire world; why would I end up needing your help? Just take care of yourself.”

Zu An knew there was no point in asking any more if she didn’t want to talk about it. He could only say, “Regardless, you should understand that now, in any situation, you aren’t alone; I’m here too.”

Mi Li waved her hand dismissively. “I get it, I get it. When did you suddenly begin to nag like a granny?”

Bi Linglong watched their interactions with a weird expression. For some reason, she felt as if these two really weren’t like master and disciple, but more like… Forget it, how is that possible? I’m overthinking.

Their group continued onward. Bi Linglong looked behind her from time to time. “Ah Zu, I feel uneasy. Shouldn’t the emperor already have caught up after how much time we spent here?”

Mi Li responded, “They were trapped by that immortal peach illusion. They might even have already all died there. Of course they...