Jiang Beiyu, upon hearing this, stared at the extended hand in front of him for two seconds before reaching out and grasping the wrist.
He, a man standing six-foot-one, followed behind a girl barely five-foot-six.
Su Nanzhi was very slim, so much so that those unfamiliar with her wouldn't think she had the ability to protect anyone at first glance.
There were many things on Su Nanzhi's mind, with the vortex being the most important.
The location it appeared was too conspicuous, obviously targeting Jiang Beiyu.
What sort of being was its master?
A green light flashed in Su Nanzhi's hand, and the Peach Wood Sword was already in her grasp.
Lately, Xiao Tao was in seclusion for cultivation, and Su Nanzhi didn't bother it unless necessary, but now, in this unknown haunted place, it was better to hold the divine object to ward off evil.
If Xiao Tao knew the idea she had in mind, it would probably cry out with a "waah."
