"Ge’er just wants to conceal her identity. When the time comes, I could just say you’re my attendant or my disciple," Si Mo said with a smile.
"I refuse!" Mu Qingge immediately turned him down without a second thought.
Why should she follow him?
"If Ge’er isn’t willing..." Si Mo lowered his gaze, pretending to ponder. After a moment, he lifted his eyes to look at Mu Qingge, his voice carrying a hint of grievance and compromise, "Then let me follow Ge’er instead. Let’s just say... I’m your brother."
"..." Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched, staring into those amber eyes, feeling like she’d fallen into a trap.
He was clearly using retreat as advancement, setting up a trick for her to fall into.
Brother? What a fine brother.
Mu Qingge smirked coldly out of anger.
This enchanting figure not only had formidable cultivation but his intellect was also extraordinarily high.
"Holy King, I admire, I admire," Mu Qingge gritted through her teeth.
Si Mo’s lips curved into a smile that dimmed everything else, and in a calm tone, he said, "You’re too kind."
One day I’ll tear apart your hypocritical façade!
Mu Qingge raged internally.
"Alright, Ge’er, staying here too long isn’t good for your health. Since your goal is accomplished, let’s leave," Si Mo suddenly said.
Leave?
Mu Qingge frowned and looked at the swirling vortex that was spinning faster and faster: "What about Han Caicai?"
Si Mo replied, "He will need a long time to assimilate the Fire Cloud Yang Flame, possibly one or two months, maybe even half a year to a year. Is Ge’er certain about waiting here that long?"
’That long?’ Mu Qingge’s frown deepened.

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