Qiao Ranran: Well, would you look at that.
Author's note: Yan Qingsui: I've got it so rough!
Pei Ling: No, you're just too weak.
Yan Qingsui: ...
It's so hard to buckle down and write during the New Year holiday, qaq.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
Single people can have a great time too!
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Chapter 118: One Hundred and Eighteen Frames
Although Pei Ling had said he couldn't—or that it was impossible—under the pleading gazes of Qiao Ranran and Tao Doudou, he reluctantly tore open space and took them all to a spot not far from Yan Qingsui.
Pei Ling didn't know where Yan Qingsui was. Little Wooden Puppet could only give him a rough direction, not a distance. Fortunately, even after Pei Ling had withdrawn his Divine Soul from Little Wooden Puppet, he could still sense it faintly. That was just enough to locate Yan Qingsui.
As long as Cultivators were fighting within a certain range, their battle could be sensed.
Besides, Yan Qingsui's giant sword was hard to miss. Its sky-piercing Sword Qi was visible at a glance, and when they arrived, they could even see traces of Elixir lingering in the air overhead.
Qiao Ranran marveled privately at Pei Ling's strength. As she understood it, special places like the God-Demon Battlefield Ruins and Langhuan Blessed Land should exist on a level above this continent. Everyone else's power ought to be restricted to some degree inside them. Before this, even Pei Ling had