A Gift for Xiao Wu, the Life-Saving Spirit Pearl

Xiao Wu fell asleep in Lin Chen's arms.

This time, she did not have another nightmare.

Her breathing was steady and deep, and a faint smile rested on her lips, as if she were immersed in a beautiful dream.

Her fingers still lightly clutched the corner of Lin Chen's clothes, like a little beast that had found a sense of safety and refused to let go.

Lin Chen lowered his head and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his gaze gentle. He gently brushed the loose strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear, then raised his head to look toward the lake, lost in thought.

What had happened today made him realize a problem: Xiao Wu's safety.

Although he was confident in his ability to protect those around him, he could not stay by her side every moment.

He had things of his own to do and a path of his own to walk.

And Xiao Wu had her own cultivation and life as well. What if she encountered danger while he was away?

He had quite a few enemies now.

Yu Tianheng of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been suppressed already, but no one could guarantee that Yu Yuanzhen would not seek revenge in secret.

Although things were peaceful with Spirit Hall for the time being, no one could fathom Bibi Dong's thoughts.

And there was Tang San, who had obtained the memories of a God King.

He might still be weak now, but who knew how far he would grow in the future?

Lin Chen was not someone who liked passive defense. He preferred to prepare in advance and strangle risks in the cradle.

He raised his right hand, and the gray Creation Mark emerged in his palm. He began to mobilize the power