Wang Zhao naturally paid little attention to the outside discussions and praise. It was only to be expected.
That day.
Riding Golden Scale, Wang Zhao flew over the Star Dou Great Forest. When he reached the outskirts near the border between the Balak Kingdom and the Star Luo Empire, he seemed to notice something and raised a brow with interest.
"I was just planning to head to Suotuo City and follow the main storyline to watch the show. I didn't expect to run into her."
"Eh, wait, that is... Hiss, no way. Even I, Wang, get to stumble upon something this good one day..."
As he muttered to himself, Golden Scale beneath Wang Zhao quickly vanished. Wang Zhao draped himself in a black robe as gray mist rose around him, instantly switching to the identity of "Martial Soul Hall Holy Son Li Ming."
At that moment, within the dense forest.
A girl who looked no more than ten or so years old was carefully sneaking through the woods. From time to time, she looked around warily, as though guarding against something.
Her black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her skin was fair. She possessed an extraordinarily full and voluptuous figure entirely unsuited to her age. Her expression was slightly cold. Not a trace of life could be seen in her black eyes, clashing somewhat with her originally beautiful face. Her limbs were slender and well-proportioned. A deathly chill radiated from her body, one that made people uncomfortable.
Her name was Zhu Zhuqing. She had fled from Star Luo City, and there was nothing more to say about the reason why.
Her journey of escape had not been easy. Soul Masters seeking to capture her and bring her back to Star Luo City would occasionally appear behind her. Fortunately,