"Miss Qingzhu, please take care." Though Lin Langtian, Wang Yan, and Qin Shi were all filled with doubts, seeing that Ling Qingzhu had already made up her mind to leave, they could not bring themselves to stop her. They merely nodded slightly and watched the two depart one after the other.
After passing through the shattered bronze gate and leaving the core stone hall's vicinity, the temperature rose once more. They returned to the scorching crimson sea of fire, where lava churned below. However, the illusion formation within the sea of fire appeared to have been broken. The other young geniuses had long since used their own methods to cross it, leaving the area completely deserted.
Ling Qingzhu did not slow down, walking directly back the way they had come. Green lotuses bloomed beneath her bare feet, emitting a hazy jade glow that shielded her from the scorching heat below. Her back was straight, her plain dress fluttering around her. She still looked cold and otherworldly, like a fairy from the moon palace. Yet only Mo Lin, who stood closest to her, could "see" that the fingers clutching the hilt of the Green Lotus Sword had turned slightly white from excessive force. Her breathing was also a touch quicker than usual, clearly revealing that her heart was far less calm than her appearance suggested.
"Miss Qingzhu, where are we going? Didn't you say we were going outside to talk?" Mo Lin followed close behind, wearing a complicated expression of "ingratiation," "guilt," and "innocence," like a child who had done something wrong.
Yet his gaze "casually" swept over Ling Qingzhu's alluring curves. After their intense "exercise" earlier, her waist was slightly sore, making its supple sway all the more pronounced as she walked. Beneath her plain dress, certain curves seemed even