Saint Master Ningyan's heart skipped a beat, her brow furrowed slightly: "What started? Have the rebel army begun their attack?"
Even the delicate face of Saintess Yuling flashed with a trace of worry. Have the rebel forces finally begun their attack? Can this stronghold be defended?
It wasn't fear she felt, but concern, worry that her master would force her to leave. Raised by her master since childhood, she never considered leaving his side, let alone in the dire situation of parting due to life and death.
Deep in her heart, she was always prepared to fight for the holy place until the end, but she had never mentally prepared for such a moment.
Saint Master Ningyan, however, did not notice Saintess Yuling's feelings and instead waved her hand: "Let's go and take a look."
