Yan Qing looked at the scroll in Murong Hui's hands.
It was not particularly valuable. To the locals, it was practically worthless. They could not obtain event rewards from the Land of Gathering Demons, nor did they need a map. In any case, everyone had to stay in the Land of Gathering Demons for five full days, giving them plenty of time to choose the supplies they liked. For those on vacation, all they needed to know was how to get home. The rest could be left to fate. Wherever they went, it would be a novel experience.
At the same time, the map was extraordinarily precious. Aside from Murong Hui, hardly anyone would come to the Land of Gathering Demons every year to make a map of this limited-time secret realm. It was Murong Hui's life's work—the only copy in the world.
That was why Yan Qing had not said much when Murong Hui refused to hand it over yesterday. A hobby that seemed insignificant to outsiders was, to the person involved, undeniable proof that something had once existed—just like her map, and just like his game.
Yan Qing reached out and took it. A relieved smile appeared on Murong Hui's face.
"Strange person, this is where we part ways." She stroked her Storage Ring and took out a bracelet strung with Hundred Jade, slipping it over her arm. Layer upon layer, it looked like pale-green chains. "Little Fox is in trouble. I have to go save her."
"If it were any other enemy, I would definitely drag you along and charge in side by side. If you dared refuse, I would sever our friendship on the spot. But not this time. They are Ying Le's Bai Bao Guard, and they won't show me any mercy, either. If I