The conversation reached a point where everything that needed to be said was already clear.
He knew what Qin An needed, so he would take Qin An to find what he needed.
As for everything else, it wasn't his concern, nor was it something he should worry about.
After all, standing in front of him was the Savior; with the Savior present, whatever the Savior did was right.
What they needed to do was simple: just obey.
Qin An nodded, raising his hand to signal Qian Wuxin to lead the way.
Qian Wuxin didn't waste words either, turning around to lead the group of Defenders toward a direction.
Soon, their figures disappeared from the clearing.
...
No one spoke along the way, but whether it was Qian Wuxin or the group of Defenders, as they walked toward their destination, they would occasionally turn their gaze to Qin An.
Their eyes held a hint of curiosity and reverence.
The curiosity was due to Qin An's identity; the reverence was also due to Qin An's identity.
