Long Xiruo quickly recovered somewhat—or perhaps she had temporarily overcome a certain fear she herself was unwilling to admit.
The power of "Wang" was clearly the key to this sudden dense fog. Even so, Luo Pianxian could not possibly have vanished right before her eyes... That could only mean the leakage of Wang's power had caused even more effects.
Because it had been born from the spiritual vein of the mountain spirit running through these mountains, Wang's power grew stronger the closer one got to the vein's true source. Thus, it was not impossible that it had caused some distortion in space.
Clearly, she had more than enough heart but not enough strength to resolve this problem now. Yet if she continued allowing Wang's power to leak out, the consequences would be impossible to estimate.
Moreover, it happened to be the once-every-ten-years Penglai Gathering. The Daoist Association and Demon Association had gathered their forces here, making it hard to avoid them discovering something strange about this place... A spiritual vein capable of transforming into a dragon, along with Wang, who had already successfully transformed into one—whether for the Daoist world or the demons, both were probably irresistible temptations.
After weighing the pros and cons, Long Xiruo helplessly realized that borrowing this man's ability might be the best way to settle the matter.
But still... He said he was on vacation or something. Could she trust him?
Long Xiruo suddenly had an idea. She remembered that whenever Luo Pianxian occasionally spoke about Luo Qiu, the little butterfly would sometimes say that her boss was very kind and took good care of her.
"I don't yet know what happened to Wang." Long Xiruo looked at Luo Qiu and suddenly said, "I'm powerless for now. But Pianxian just disappeared right in front of