"Where are we going?"
Feng Jiu called out.
Xue Zihan looked at Xu Yi. "The Northern Sacred Court!"
It was, of course, the only choice.
With the Demon Race on the verge of upheaval, this was a natural opportunity for Xue Zihan to escape.
Compared to the danger Xue Zihan faced, the trip to the Netherfire Abyss could wait—and had to wait.
"No!"
"No!"
Xue Zihan and Feng Jiu spoke at the same time.
"The Winter Palace Token has such a lofty status. How could it possibly go to the lands of the human race? Xu Yi, I know what you're plotting. If you insist on this, then we'll both go down together!"
Feng Jiu assumed Xu Yi meant to capture Xue Zihan and take her to the human lands to claim a reward.
The Winter Palace Token's beauty was as ethereal as an immortal's, and Feng Jiu was utterly captivated. In an instant, he was filled with the heroic urge to save a beauty from violence.
Xue Zihan sent Xu Yi a thought. "I still have unfinished business at the Winter Palace. Go back first. I can find a chance to escape on my own."
Xu Yi fixed his gaze on Xue Zihan and sent her a thought in return. "Could it be that Long Jingtian placed a restriction on you?"
"No!"
Xue Zihan's answer came without the slightest hesitation.
"Then it must have something to do with the demonic qi around you."
In a flash, Xu Yi understood the crux of the matter. He sent her a thought. "Snow Immortal, we're not merely old acquaintances. We've shared life and death several times and our fates have long been entwined. Fine. Since you can't leave, we can stay in the Demon Domain for now."
"Not good!"
Xu Yi had