After Zhao Xuehua had left, the four exchanged glances and couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Thank you, Brother Xiao Han," Zhou Xueyan said as she clasped one of Xiao Han's arms and sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Xin also looked moved and said, "Yes, if it weren't for Xiao Han, who knows what would have happened? I can't believe that after so many years, they still aren't willing to let us go."
At this point, Jiang Xin seemed somewhat melancholic.
"Aunt, don't worry. From now on, I'll take care of the matters concerning the Nine-tailed Fox clan. Moreover, since you've worn the Shariputra, the curse is dissipating, and you can cultivate now," Xiao Han comforted Jiang Xin.
Upon hearing the word 'cultivation,' a gleam of light flashed in Jiang Xin's eyes.
