The Demon Race. On the way to the Land of Chaos, Ling Tian and his group rode Little Ze at breakneck speed.
Ling Tian sat cross-legged on Little Ze's back, his expression vacant, as if he couldn't see anything around him. Lian Yue and the others had also lost their usual liveliness. They sat cross-legged, cultivating as they traveled.
"Alas, Tian'er hasn't spoken once since leaving the Ancient Battlefield." Granny Huanyin sighed softly and glanced at Old Man Ling beside her. "Brother Ling, find some time to talk him through this. Min'er's matter hit him too hard."
"Tian'er's stubborn. He's holding it all inside, and I'm afraid no amount of persuasion will help." Old Man Ling shook his head, then sighed. "Min'er really went too far this time. Those two little troublemakers can quarrel all they want, but why did she have to join the Immortal Spirit Palace in a fit of pique? That only makes things even more troublesome."
"That girl's as stubborn as they come, even more headstrong than Ling Tian." Granny Huanyin sighed and glanced at Ling Tian. "Actually, I think Tian'er went a little too far this time, too. Min'er might really have had her reasons. You should know that the soul-repairing cultivation method is no use to Lian Xin. She burned her soul to end up like this; it's not as simple as a damaged soul. Otherwise, Ling Tian's Chaos Qi would have healed her long ago."
"That's true. Min'er was probably afraid of giving Ling Tian hope only to dash it, so she didn't take out that cultivation method." Old Man Ling mused, then smiled wryly. "But Tian'er won't see it that way. Healing Lian Xin is his greatest wish. He'll try anything, no matter what it takes. Alas, those two little troublemakers."
"Min'er