After clearing away the Soul Cores of the Four-Tailed Poison Wolves, the last traces of poisonous mist in the woods were completely scattered by the evening wind. The heart-stopping deadly crisis from moments ago had dissolved soundlessly in the end, and the entire ordeal felt dreamlike and unreal.
Ning Rongrong lowered her head to look at the motionless Poison Wolf corpses on the ground, still shaken by the close call. She knew perfectly well that, given the speed and toxicity of that ambush, if they had been even an instant slower, she would have been paralyzed by the poison. Not only would she have been in danger then, but Zhu Zhuqing, who had been fighting at full strength, would have been thoroughly dragged down as well. Yet such an impossible death trap had been forcibly and silently dismantled. There had been no anomaly, no fluctuation—only a familiar sense of security that blanketed her whole body.
Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her gaze. The usual aloof indifference faded from her cool features, replaced by a trace of gentle warmth. After being pulled back from so many desperate situations, she had long since become completely certain that while Sunset Forest seemed riddled with danger, as long as Lin Chen was there, every lethal crisis would ultimately vanish into nothing.
The world believed it was all merely coincidence and luck, but only the three of them, who had experienced it firsthand, knew that this heaven-defying string of coincidences had always belonged solely to that low-key, reserved young man who never sought attention.
"Let's go find Lin Chen and Xiao Wu." Ning Rongrong put away the Soul Cores, linked her arm through Zhu Zhuqing's, and said softly, "Training as a pair is still too dangerous. The four of us should travel together so we can look