In online games, she's a saint by day but kills everyone she sees at night.

When Binglin heard Su Wanqing's refusal, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.

However, she soon heard Su Wanqing's next words.

To rebuild her physical body? She wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing.

She initially chose to stand up for herself, partly to uphold Su Wanqing's instructions.

Secondly, he also wanted to protect his only granddaughter, who was the last hope of his clan.

She never asked for anything in return for doing all of this.

She just hoped that Su Wanqing would consider the fact that she had guarded him for tens of thousands of years.

To be able to think highly of her little granddaughter...

"Goddess...this...I..."

Su Wanqing gave Binglin a reassuring look: "I can't promise you anything specific right now."

"Just hold on for now. I'll absorb the power and then completely separate you from the source."

"You can keep it in my bracelet for now, and I'll figure something out for you later."

After Su Wanqing finished speaking, she lifted her leg and walked into the cave, her hand unconsciously touching her bracelet.

Xiao Qi has not yet woken up, and Aunt Lan and the others' souls are shattered...

After a few seconds of silence, Su Wanqing began to wholeheartedly absorb her own power.

Everything stems from her current lack of strength; true power lies in ability.

Outside the cave

Binglin felt even more affection for his innocent granddaughter in his arms.

"Grandma, there's something I've always wanted to ask you."

Little Binglin raised her head and looked obediently at her grandmother.

"Oh? Is there something you want to ask me?"

Binglin teased the little Qilin in her arms; she hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

"Grandma, what is it about her that made you willing to protect her for so many years?"

Xiao Binglin was still somewhat bewildered, but she could sense that the goddess from just now was indeed very different.

But she still couldn't understand why her grandmother, who wasn't very conscientious, was like this.

Why would someone protect her, or rather, she felt that her grandmother wasn't the kind of honest, protective person she was.

Her grandmother had long since left the clan when she was born and had been guarding this place ever since.

She had heard many rumors about her grandmother since she was a child.

Grandma was born with spiritual power, and her magical abilities were extremely rare in the clan.

A prodigy of his generation naturally possesses an extremely arrogant temperament.

It's fair to say that Grandma was a complete devil, extremely arrogant.

She doesn't listen to anyone and always does things her own way.

She had been curious about her grandmother since she was a child, but she never had the chance to meet her.

She was sent to her grandmother's place overnight after an incident occurred in the clan.

She then realized that her grandmother had been protecting something all along.

She never understood why her grandmother, a person like her, was willing to stay by her side for so many years because of a single sentence from that person.

Binglin paused for a few seconds before saying, "Because she deserves it."

After saying that, she smiled as if lost in memories and said again, "Actually, she didn't ask me to watch over her; I volunteered."

"Why? If you hadn't come here to the tribe..."

Xiao Binglin quickly covered her mouth before she could finish speaking.

"That's not what I meant, Grandma. I understand you must have your reasons."

Xiao Binglin was anxious to explain, but found that no matter what she said, it sounded weak.

Binglin smiled, but the smile was more like a grimace.

"Without her, there would be no Qilin clan, no me, and no you."

“My dear granddaughter, you must remember that she has done far more for us than you can imagine.”

At this point, Binglin fell silent, her memories returning to those days.

Years ago, she came to the Shadow Clan looking for someone to duel with, but unexpectedly encountered Su Wanqing who came here.

On that day, Su Wanqing descended from the sky in a red dress, attracting countless eyes.

Binglin also realized that this person was the goddess who had once saved their entire clan.

He scanned Su Wanqing's red dress several times.

She remembered clearly that Su Wanqing had once said that she didn't like red.

It wasn't until she got closer that she realized Su Wanqing was wearing white clothes.

It was just completely stained red with blood...

At that time, Su Wanqing single-handedly broke through the Ten Thousand Demon Cave.

To her even greater surprise, the Shadow Clan addressed her as the "Dark Queen."

Later, with the explanation from the Shadow Clan, Binglin finally understood what had happened.

At this moment, Su Wanqing had also separated and stored a portion of her power.

She volunteered to be the second line of defense.

Thinking of this, Binglin turned around and looked at Su Wanqing, who was taking power for herself.

She did all of this willingly, and Su Wanqing deserved it...

……

the other side

After Su Wanqing left, everyone got busy.

Mo Ye and the others now fully understand the situation before them.

Everyone tacitly refrained from asking too many questions and instead focused entirely on their work.

Meanwhile, the golden nanmu tree, which was guarding the perimeter of Yunwu Mountain, was frowning deeply.

Just now, he saw a person wearing a cloak enter the Cloud Mist Mountain directly.

Moreover, the direction they came from was the nameless city.

Just as I was about to follow and see what was going on, the cloaked man turned around and glanced at me.

With just one glance, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy river.

If he hadn't been quite strong, he might have been gone from this world with that one glance.

Such formidable power sent chills down the spine of the golden nanmu tree.

They always knew there was a traitor in the nameless city.

But no one expected that there would be such a person with such great strength.

The golden nanmu kept thinking in its mind, trying to figure out who best fit this person's physique.

The person was completely covered up, with a mask on their face, so there was absolutely no information about them.

the other side

The cloaked figure glanced at the location of the golden nanmu tree in the distance and was about to strike again.

Seeing a dead mountain demon on the ground, he felt relieved and turned to leave.

This mountain monster was the one that Jin Si Nanmu had just killed not long ago, but unexpectedly it took the fall for him.

The cloaked figure, relieved, had just entered the Cloud Mist Mountain when he heard screams.

He couldn't help but frown; he had known Qin Yi was so incompetent.

He shouldn't have teamed up with Qi Bai to send Qin Yi over as a fake goddess in the first place.

However, now is not the time to reveal their identity, and the cloaked figure quickly passed by Qin Yi's residence.

Pushing open the door, one sees Vulcan's ferocious face, with a knife resting on a young man's leg.

"Do you all enjoy torture so much? You've all lost your demigod-like demeanor."

The cloaked figure's slightly mocking voice rang out, and Vulcan casually wiped the blood from his hands.

"You talk as if you're so noble, but aren't you just like us, coveting what belongs to others?"

After finishing speaking, Vulcan stood up and kicked the young man next to him: "Let me introduce you, Sijue, a genius blacksmith of the dwarf race."

Seeing a hint of surprise flash across the cloaked man's eyes, Vulcan smiled even more broadly.

"So you know him too, you know he forged half of the divine weapon, right?"

The cloaked figure's slightly indifferent voice rang out: "He was incredibly famous; who didn't know him?"

"This clan perished many years ago, and I never expected that you would capture them."