Chapter 528: Because it's you!

Little Thirteen, since you've come here, you must be ready to lose your life at any moment; otherwise, you won't even know how you died!

No matter who is behind her, whether it's Jiang Yun Chu or not, she will not spare the warning she ought to give.

That's right, it's her!

Jiang Yun Chu raised her eyebrows, but soon a wave of pain struck, and her whole body flinched.

"Pain."

A coquettish voice came from behind.

Old Six didn't answer, continuing forward.

Jiang Yun Chu's gaze shifted slightly, watching the figure stepping forward one step at a time—could she have guessed wrong?

Isn't it Little Six?

But his gaze toward her truly seemed... like...

He pressed his brow, Sixth Sister...

"You're back." Twelve looked at Jiang Yun Chu covered in blood, furrowed her brows, "Old Six, isn't this a bit excessive?"

This is Thirteen's first time participating in killing a spirit beast; the amount a person can endure is limited.

From the moment Jiang Yun Chu made her move, they knew it was her first time fighting a spirit beast.

But unfortunately...

Old Six didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard, icy as an ancient glacier.

Jiang Yun Chu smiled, her expression gentle, losing the coquettishness she had before Old Six and also losing her playful, clever demeanor.

"Twelfth Sister, I'm fine; I want to adapt quickly and then be with everyone."

"I don't want to hold everyone back."

She knew her arrival had slowed Old Six and Twelfth; given their abilities, they should have already gone deeper.

But they had to bring her along to adapt, so they started from the first layer of hell.

"Little Thirteen, you just arrived; you need to adapt slowly."

"Don't be impatient; if you damage your foundation, regret will be too late."

Twelve looked at Jiang Yun Chu's appearance, somewhat worried.

Jiang Yun Chu nodded; she knew Twelve truly meant well for her. Though few people she had met in this place, each meant well for her.

She wasn't a fool; she could sense everyone's attitudes.

"I know, Twelfth Sister; I have it figured out."

"The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current: if you don't advance, you retreat. Out there are people I need to find—my relatives, my beloved, and my children."

"I…"

She smiled lightly, thinking of those little ones, of her great-uncle and second uncle, of the people at Kang Fu and Zhuang Mansion, and also of… Ning Chengyan.

Have they already heard the news of her departure?

Coming to the Lost Land was an accident, perhaps orchestrated by the Divine Palace, but she knows those people will search for her madly.

She must rely on her own strength to leave this place.

"Thirteen, everyone in the Lost Land has their own story."

"At least here in the Lost Land, you can trust everyone."

"Do what you want to do; we've got you covered!" Twelve stared deeply at Jiang Yun Chu, not knowing Thirteen's story, not even her name, yet she asked nothing.

Those who can reach the Lost Land don't want to talk about the past, because it holds their painful memories, things they'd rather not mention.

Jiang Yun Chu is just like that—in this place full of wind and sand, unaware of time, past, or future.

Each day she rushes into the spirit beast den, and each day Old Six carries her out of it.

That's right, carried out.

She seems possessed, refusing to leave the spirit beast den until she has exhausted every last bit of spiritual power.

"Has she always been this desperate?" Old Three, leading the team, finally returned, originally intending to check on Little Thirteen.

But he didn't expect to see Old One's strange gaze: "What's wrong? Can't stand to see people?"

That's rather strange.

How did a newcomer arrive, yet can't be seen?

"You probably won't be able to see her." Old Two sighed helplessly, glancing at Old Three.

"Can't see her? What does that mean?"

The four who returned this time were all puzzled.

"They're back." At that moment, a cold voice came from outside.

Then they saw a man in white robes, his icy face showing a hint of helplessness, carrying a person on his back, the folding fan he always held in his hand now vanished without a trace.

"There, on his back—that's Little Thirteen." Old Two pointed helplessly.

Good grief! Someone actually dares to make Old Six carry them?

No, Old Six actually willing to carry someone else? The four stared wide-eyed, rubbing their eyes, afraid they'd misseen.

Twelve is now used to it; from the initial shock to her current demeanor, she merely glances and does what needs to be done.

"What's going on?" Old Three, a man with a gentle smile, looked gently at Old Six carrying Little Thirteen as they headed to a wooden hut they'd never been to before.

And he actually opened the wooden hut's medium with his own hand?

Skillfully, he sent the person into the hut, then used a clean cloth to wipe Little Thirteen's face and hands clean.

This time he came out of the hut again.

"What are you looking at?"

His icy gaze fell on the newly returned companion, showing no excitement, only a hint of something inexplicable.

"Are you still Lao Liu? Haven't you had your core swapped out?" Lao San walked a circle around Lao Liu, sizing him up from head to toe.

Lao Liu exuded an icy aura, said nothing, put things away, then looked toward Shi Er, "Keep her meal ready; I'll bring it over shortly."

Lao Liu said nothing and returned to their own wooden hut.

"Is that Xiao Shi San? She's working so hard?" a female voice said doubtfully. Just now she saw that Xiao Shi San was covered in blood, all signs of battle.

Lao Da sighed, "She isn't working hard; she's fighting for her life."

"Apart from sleeping to recover spiritual power, all of her time is spent in Hell."

"In a year's time, she's already fought from the first layer of Hell up to the fifth layer."

"When she first arrived, she was at the Broken Pulse Realm."

Every sentence, these newly returned people all know, yet they're together and still don't understand what it means?

"Why is she working so hard?"

At that moment, Lao Liu changed clothes, had already walked out of the wooden hut, stood beside a few people, gazing at the hut's door, the corners of their mouth slightly curling, "Because someone is waiting for her outside."

"We've been in this place for too long; it's worn away our sharpness and erased our hatred."

"I will accompany her and fight our way out." Lao Liu's voice remained as icy as ever, but his gaze was steadfast, unchanged.

"Lao Liu, do you know them?" Lao San sensed something off; Lao Liu's temperament was like a stone—cold and hard.

"Not to mention others; even toward those few of us, there's hardly any emotional attachment."

"Yet they can do all this for Xiao Shi San, which makes one ponder deeply."