Qin Xianglian gave two dry coughs!
Long Xingtian only then shifted his gaze, truly because Leng Rushuang was too stunning, and a set of snow-white clothes reflected her beauty even more.
"Miss, thank you for stepping in to save us just now."
"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Leng Rushuang shook her head slightly, and her gaze looked at Ling Yun, finding him quite familiar.
Yet An Qing blocked her line of sight, speaking up, "Fellow daoist, let us part ways here, for we must continue on our journey."
"Very well."
Leng Rushuang nodded, watching An Qing and the others leave as a crowd of simps brimmed with regret.
The words of advice had already been spoken, and since An Qing and the others stubbornly refused to listen, there was nothing she could do, but she still felt as though she had seen Ling Yun somewhere before.
Suddenly, she widened her eyes, realizing that man was none other than the King of Hell.
"He... he!!"
Leng Rushuang immediately turned around, then addressed the simps, "You lot be careful yourselves, I have some matters to attend to."
Ah!
The simps were struck dumb with astonishment, for they certainly did not wish for this stunning and beautiful fairy to leave their side.
"Fairy elder sister, please do not abandon us."
"Without you, we will be devoured by fierce beasts."
"Have some pity on us."
No matter what this group of simps said, Leng Rushuang remained completely unmoved, as there was nothing more important than seeing the King of Hell.
"Take care of yourselves, and if things truly get too tough, just retreat outside. Do not sacrifice your lives in vain."
After leaving those words behind, Leng Rushuang leaped forward, vanishing from their field of vision.
Ever since she arrived at the Monster