Yang Xing ignored the shock written all over Ning Rongrong's face.
With a light tap of his foot, he vanished from the edge of the valley. The next moment, he was standing in the herb garden beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The Aromatic Silk Beauty stood three steps in front of him.
Its golden flower crown swayed gently amid the mist. The petals were crystal-clear, each one flowing with a faint glazed luster. Its thick stem was rooted on the bank where the two extreme springs met, as though it had been born to grow there.
Yang Xing gave it a brief look, then nodded in satisfaction.
Then he raised his head and waved toward the top of the cliff.
"Disciple, if you don't come down soon, your master is going to lie down here and take a nap."
Yang Xing's lazy voice drifted up from below, accompanied by a long yawn. He was half-reclining bonelessly against a large boulder, idly swinging the wooden stick he had brought along.
At the cliff's summit, Ning Rongrong still looked hesitant.
This was Dugu Bo's territory. A Title Douluo's territory.
Her Bone Grandpa and Sword Grandpa might have been stronger than the Poison Douluo, but they were not here.
The only one with her now was this bargain-bin master who looked reliable, though she still had no idea exactly how reliable he truly was.
What if Dugu Bo suddenly came back...
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.
Wind Empress Qimen silently activated beneath her feet, and space folded slightly. Her figure flickered three times along the cliff wall before landing lightly beside Yang Xing like a falling leaf.
The instant she landed, her head began turning left and right.
Her eyes darted around in every direction.
She looked at the cave