Ten minutes earlier, Xiang Ning gently laid his sleeping sister against Su Muhan’s shoulder, then stood up and whispered, “I need to go to the toilet. Help me take care of my sister for a bit, Miss.” 

“Alright, go then.” Su Muhan gently held Xiaoyu, then her brows suddenly furrowed and she shot at him, “How are you going to the front lines?” 

“I have my Windbreaker—ah! Ptui! I’m just going to the toilet, what are you talking about?” Xiang Ning’s cheek twitched and he almost slapped himself for his stupidity. His cultivation was gone, and his mental power was gone, but was his intelligence gone too?! 

“Hehe.” Su Muhan’s eyes turned cold....