"Junior Sister Su, long time no see." Lu Xiaotian awoke from his deep slumber. Seeing the chaos before him, he felt deeply moved. Even after he had fallen into misfortune, there was still a group of people willing to risk their lives and fight for him.
"Senior Brother Lu!" Su Qing's body trembled, and tears spilled from her eyes. More than two hundred thousand years had passed, yet the sight of Senior Brother Lu's body being torn to pieces beneath the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine remained vivid in her mind.
Countless times, she had replayed Lu Xiaotian's voice in her head and remembered the days they had spent together. But as the days passed, even Su Qing herself had begun to doubt whether they would ever meet again. Now, hearing those familiar words—"Junior Sister Su"—once more, the joy of getting back what she had lost, her excitement, and her lingering fear all surged through her at once. Even Luo Qian, a man as tough as iron, shuddered with emotion.
"Dragon Lord!"
"Brother Lu!"
Liu He and Pig Seven were both secretly overjoyed.
Chi Min looked at them. Lu Xiaotian hadn't sent her a message, but she could tell that something good had happened—and that it must have something to do with the Dragon Lord of legend.
"You've worked hard, too." Lu Xiaotian spoke to Crimson Dream Demon Venerable again. Back then, he had left a little insurance with Crimson Dream Demon Venerable, and it seemed she had carried out what he'd entrusted to her quite thoroughly. In a situation like this, they truly couldn't have managed without her.
"It was only what I ought to do. Compared with the Dragon Lord saving my life and teaching me, this is nothing." A trace of delight also crossed Crimson Dream Demon Venerable's face.
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