"Grandpa, do you think Li Qinglian has gone mad?"
"But why is he still perfectly fine in that place?"
Dugu Yan wore a moon-white short shirt, its collar slightly open to reveal her delicate collarbones and a stretch of fair neck. Below, she wore dark shorts that barely covered the middle of her thighs, her long, straight legs almost dazzlingly pale beneath the afternoon sunlight.
Her dark green hair was casually tied behind her head, with a few loose strands hanging by her ears, lending her strikingly beautiful face a youthful vitality unique to a girl her age.
At that moment, the girl looked as though she had seen a ghost.
Forget approaching the center of those two spring eyes—even getting a little closer made her feel as if her entire body were about to be torn apart.
This place was not suitable for human survival. Even Dugu Bo only came here to cultivate when suppressing the poison within his body.
Once the accumulated poison in his body had stabilized, he would leave.
Staying here for too long would damage one's internal organs.
Yet Li Qinglian was sitting directly there, cultivating.
"I don't know either."
"Li Qinglian is the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. His methods are unfathomable and strange. Therefore, any incomprehensible occurrence surrounding him is reasonable."
Dugu Bo stroked his grizzled beard and said with a smile.
He had been completely won over by Li Qinglian.
Li Qinglian curing his poison had only made him grateful. But the phantom of that breathtakingly beautiful silver-haired woman he had seen earlier had made him truly submit.
The carrot had been offered, and the stick had been shown.
Dugu Bo's heart had finally settled completely.
He felt that being Li Qinglian's dog was not such a bad thing.
He was not