"Go. Do what you have to do."
Bai Yujun spoke to the clear-headed Zhen Bei. The incident with the visitors from another world should have come to an end.
Zhen Bei nodded. This time, he would not lose again.
"Don't forget what you promised me. I want to find her."
Being able to regain his sanity after being tainted by Killing Intent could largely be credited to love. Especially after seeing how she had searched bitterly through every life in the Long River of History, guilt and self-reproach twisted Zhen Bei's heart like knives. If he wanted to find her, he could only rely on the White Dragon.
Bai Yujun spread her hands.
"The promises I make are more trustworthy than contracts riddled with traps. They can be called a 'Dragon's Covenant.'"
A Mythical True Dragon's word was as good as gold.
Having lived for several thousand years, there were not many matters or people worthy of making Bai Yujun give her word.
"I believe you. I just hope it can happen sooner."
Zhen Bei tightened his grip on his sharp saber, a blood-red spear slung diagonally across his back.
Perhaps they were weapons condensed from military Killing Intent, along with that suit of armor brimming with a terrifying style.
Bai Yujun could not understand how deeply this guy was ensnared by love. Had she known he wanted a wife so badly, she could have had the monkey hold up a sign in the Immortal Realm to help him find a bride. With the monkey's fame, even if he could not find a hundred thousand wives, he could surely find ninety thousand. Why go through all this trouble?
"Understood, understood. She's doing very well right now. I'll arrange for you two to meet, don't worry, don't worry. Though I can't