The Final Farewell

The next morning.

Jun Tianlin gently patted Wang Yu, who was nestled in his arms.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Today's the day we leave."

Wang Yu lazily lifted her head. Looking at the handsome young man before her, she realized that she had somehow slept through the entire night in his arms—and slept quite soundly too, of course... provided Jun Tianlin had kept his hands to himself.

Wang Yu slowly stretched and blinked her not-yet-fully-open eyes at Jun Tianlin.

This only drew a burst of laughter from him.

"Get up, get up, sleepyhead. Everyone's waiting for us outside." Jun Tianlin had long since extended his divine sense. Seeing the crowd outside the door, he could not help but sigh inwardly.

Half a year ago, he had been all alone, fighting desperately for survival after arriving in the Divine Realm. Now, he had a group of people following him and a woman of his own. Yet today, he still had to say farewell to them. But it was only temporary. Jun Tianlin clenched his fists.

The people outside had already been waiting for quite some time. They were precisely the people who had been in the main hall yesterday: the old patriarch of the Abe Clan—or rather, the king of Dew Country—as well as Abe Huairen, Abe Aoki, and... Long Qian with his two children, Long Xiao and Long Ao.

There were no protective formations around this room. Jun Tianlin's divine sense could easily pass through the door, and so could Long Qian's.

But even if someone lent him eight times the courage, he would not dare do so. There was nothing he could do but wait anxiously; he could not exactly go in and wake the sleeping pair.

Not long afterward, after Jun Tianlin had once again gotten handsy with the