The Princess Consort truly felt that Chu Qing had matured.
Based on her understanding of Chu Qing, this man would definitely charge in like a whirlwind, stop at nothing, and deal with that Mythology Old Ancestor.
But now, Chu Qing merely sat upright atop Stone Ridge Mountain, watching the winds and clouds rise.
This man had matured.
She liked it.
"Is there a possibility that—I just think the road is too far?"
The Princess Consort blinked. "Huh?"
"What do you mean?"
Chu Qing sighed. "I also want to kill that Luo Feifan, but he's too far away."
"To kill one person, going there and back would take years."
"It wastes too much time!"
"If someone could teleport me there and teleport me back, I would've gone long ago."
"As for reflecting myself over there to fight?"
"Heh. My Reflection Method can suppress ordinary realm martial artists, even Mythology experts, as easily as turning over my hand."
"But trying to suppress and kill someone in the Destined Realm would probably be a little difficult."
"Either I don't make a move, or someone has to die when I do."
The Princess Consort was disappointed. "I really thought you'd matured and reined in your killing intent."
Chu Qing swept an arm around her slender waist and said affectionately, "How could I mature with you around?"
The Princess Consort blushed.
Time flew like a black crow in flight.
In the blink of an eye, another dozen or so days passed.
This day:
More news arrived:
The realm destined for the Gods and Devils path was—the God Demon Realm.
Chu Qing had already gone numb to these destined realms and did not care in the slightest.
He was waiting—waiting for his title authority to recover, waiting for his teleportation uses to refresh, then carrying out