Qian Renxue pounced toward Qin Feng, intending to give that bad Feng Gege a proper lesson.
That man's conscience had definitely been smeared with ink—black without a trace of red.
He actually dared to deceive her and made her happy for nothing.
Thus, an extremely unsuitable-for-children scene unfolded.
Fortunately, no one saw it.
At this moment, the setting sun slanted downward.
A handsome young man carried a long-haired girl on his back while she happily waved her hands.
The warm sunlight shone upon her golden hair, making the scene look like an oil painting—breathtakingly beautiful.
Just like that, the two of them left the City of Demonic Evil, step by step, beneath the setting sun.
Because the key Bibi Dong had given them was one-way, they now had to head together into the extremely troublesome Lost Trace Grand Canyon.
Lost Trace Grand Canyon was a place where mist and high-level spirit beasts coexisted.
No one knew how many members of the Spirit Hall's painstakingly cultivated Golden Generation had perished there.
Yet Spirit Hall still continued sending its younger generation into this place.
Because it was the best place for training.
There were even Titled Douluo within it.
Half a year later.
The two of them lived a life of exposure to the elements within Lost Trace Grand Canyon.
They had to fight spirit beasts almost every day.
Over the past half year, Qian Renxue's level had risen from sixty-three to sixty-eight, while Qin Feng had advanced from fifty-three to fifty-seven.
Over the past half year, he had discovered to his surprise that as long as he killed spirit beasts, he would gain Spirit Power Value.
The higher the spirit beast's level, the more he received.
But honestly, his system was simply too absurd.
Even after killing so desperately, he