In Biancheng King's Hall, Ning Chen and Qing Ling looked at each other. After weathering countless storms together to reach this day, each had become the last warmth in the other's heart.
"You always come in such a hurry and leave in such a hurry. Aren't you tired?"
Qing Ling stepped forward and reached out to wipe the dust of travel from the young man's face. "Always thinking that once you solve the trouble before you, you can finally stop and rest. Who would have thought that one upheaval after another would last for more than a hundred years?"
Ning Chen said helplessly, "I always thought that once I dealt with the trouble at hand, I could stop and rest. I never expected all this turmoil to drag on for over a century."
"Once the war between the human race and the Primeval Demonic Realm ends, let it go."
Qing Ling's expression was gentle. "There are too many troublesome matters in this world. You can never deal with them all. In truth, you need not worry so much about us. Even if this human realm is occupied by the other races, we can still protect ourselves."
A smile appeared on Ning Chen's face. "Mm. I won't worry about it anymore."
He wanted to create a peaceful and prosperous age for them, hoping that after the calamity of the Demonic Realm, the human realm could truly regain peace.
"What about Cheng Xue? Have there been any tidings of her? I never found the time to ask these days. Cheng Xue is a good girl. Do not let her down," Qing Ling said softly.
Ning Chen fell silent, then gently shook his head. "Ever since she left last time, there has been no news of her. I sent members of the Ghost