Black-Corner Region.
A place filled with danger and opportunity, a corner where the continent's dark side had been condensed.
All manner of rare items flowed through this place—high-level cultivation methods, Dou Techniques, pills, and more. No one cared whether their origins were legitimate; everyone only cared about the benefits and profits they offered. Thus, this land of chaos had drawn many powerful experts into its midst.
The major powers included Jia Nan Academy, Eight Fan Gate, Blood Sect, Black Skull Tomb, Demonic Flame Valley, Maple City, Black Emperor Sect, Heavenly Yin Sect, Rakshasa Gate, and Mad Lion Gang.
"Qing Lin, are you tired?" Xiao Fan looked worriedly at the obedient little Qing Lin beside him, who had remained quietly silent. Such long journeys were still rather taxing for a little girl.
There was still plenty of time before his appointment with Su Qian, so Xiao Fan had no need to hurry toward Jia Nan Academy.
"I'm fine, Brother," little Qing Lin replied sweetly.
Yet seeing the strain on Qing Lin's face, Xiao Fan ultimately could not bear it. "Your brother is strong and sturdy. I could carry you and Xiao Yan'er for a whole day and night without a problem."
Ignoring the blush that instantly spread across Qing Lin's little face, he simply supported her bottom and pulled her into his arms.
"Brother... Qing Lin isn't... isn't wearing anything underneath..." Qing Lin lowered her head deeply as she spoke. Feeling the warmth from Xiao Fan's hand, her voice grew even softer.
Today, Qing Lin wore only a flowing dress that just covered her calves. And how could Xiao Fan possibly allow his little girl to wear that source of all evil beneath a skirt? As a result, the thin dress made the touch of her skin feel especially intimate.
"Qing