"Haha, brother, you're overthinking it. My sister won't mind your cultivation level."

Mo Jian, naturally persistent, thought to himself that with everything his sister had done for him, he must fulfill her wishes.

"Brother Jian, even if the princess doesn't mind, I do. I'm a grown man, and if I can't even protect a demon companion, why bother cultivating?"

Huang Ye said with a righteous air.