Morning.
A group of young people carried huge hiking packs on their backs. More than a hundred of them formed a long line, crossing the wasteland like solitary travelers.
It was autumn. The tree trunks beside the travelers were covered in golden leaves, while the withered weeds lent the land a desolate air.
Yet the travelers were resolute, with no intention of retreating.
They passed through a mountain pass and climbed a ridge. Every one of them moved nimbly, even though most were still ordinary people.
In the end, they sat on
the ridge and gazed out over the distant land, as if waiting for something.
The land was vast, the mountains and rivers magnificent.
The tiny humans sitting on the ridge looked exceptionally lonely.
Chen Zhuoqu looked at Li Shutong:
Li Shutong smiled:
Hu Xiaoniu:
Chen Zhuoqu:
Hu Jing:
Sitting on the ridge, Li Shutong calmly asked:
Chen Zhuoqu replied:
These were also Qing Chen's final three Life and Death Trials.
Li Shutong said:
Chen Zhuolai said earnestly:
Li Shutong asked:
Chen Zhuoqu said earnestly:
Chen Zhuozao analyzed:
The girl's tone was exceptionally firm, as if she had never doubted that she would one day become a demigod.
Li Shutong asked.
Chen Zhuoqu said.
Now that Li Tongyun had left with the Parent's Association, Chen Zhuoqu had become the one making decisions in this group. Every day, she kept herself in the best possible state of mind, allowing all her senior and junior fellow disciples to see a back that never gave up.
Li Shutong suddenly remarked:
The other knights were confused. What opportunity did they need?
Only when Hu Xiaoniu heard the word "opportunity" did the corner of his eye twitch slightly.
Back when Qing Chen said that he and Li Ke lacked an opportunity, Ding Dong had