As the carriage slowly moved away to a slightly more distant place, Sikong Yun lifted the curtain again and said to Qing Yan, who was riding ahead, "Come in."
Qing Yan got on the carriage and asked, "For what?"
"Sikong Mo will undoubtedly encounter many dangers on this journey. Later, go add some fuel to the fire; it's best if he has no burial place." Sikong Yun replied.
"I'm not his match." Qing Yan frowned.
"I'm telling you to pick up the scraps, not to fight hard. Qing Yan, why is your courage getting smaller and smaller?" Sikong Yun was dissatisfied.
There are many people who want to kill Sikong Mo. She was just having him follow, and in case Sikong Mo gets injured, seize the chance for a final blow. If Sikong Mo's martial arts are truly superb and he can avoid a series of assassinations, she wouldn't send Qing Yan to his death.
