"Exactly. That's why I believe Senior Sword must have his own considerations, so we don't need to worry so much!"
As Zhao Su spoke, he took Ning Rongrong's small hand. A warm current flowed through her palm into her body, gradually calming her down.
Originally, Zhao Su had not wanted Shanggu Fu to join his group.
It was not because of Ning Rongrong, but because Shanggu Fu was, after all, the young master of one of the Upper Three Sects.
Now the Buddha Lord was half-crippled, and the Dao Lord was severely injured.
Of the Upper Three Sects, only the Divine Hall still retained its full strength.
As a result, many people had already set their sights on the Divine Hall.
Zhao Su did not want to invite unnecessary trouble.
Unfortunately, Shanggu Fu was dead set on going to Death Valley with them.
No matter what they said, he refused to leave on his own.
Ning Rongrong also spoke up for Shanggu Fu. With that, Zhao Su could hardly say anything more and tacitly allowed him to accompany their group to Death Valley.
Still, once Shanggu Fu, the Divine Hall's young master, joined their group,
things did become much easier.
Although every faction harbored its own sinister designs, the Divine Hall's standing remained unquestionable.
Until they openly tore away all pretense of civility, the various factions still had to show it some respect.
Besides, many factions were directly subordinate to the Divine Hall.
After returning to land, Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, and the others gradually recovered their peak condition.
After all, they were land dwellers. Even with the broad platform supporting them, they had still felt somewhat uncomfortable out at sea.
For the first few days of their journey to Death Valley, they traveled slowly, recuperating as they went.
Later,