"Qingzhu, wait for me!" Jia Lie Jun shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Ling Qingzhu's delicate body trembled at his words. She turned back to look at Jia Lie Jun, and a complex emotion flashed through her cool eyes. She did not know why, but after seeing Wang Yan clash with Jia Lie Jun, she had followed them as if possessed. Perhaps she simply did not want the man who had taken her first time to die like that.
Yet the outcome had surprised her somewhat. Jia Lie Jun had actually slain Wang Yan with only Great Perfection of Yuan Dan Realm strength. Moreover, it was also her first time seeing that seven-colored python, which seemed quite extraordinary.
Only after Ling Qingzhu's figure had completely vanished beyond the horizon did Jia Lie Jun withdraw his gaze. He sighed and muttered, "Now that things here are settled, it's time to go back. Qing Lin must be getting anxious too."
"System, return to Dou Qi Continent. Destination: Tagor Desert, Iron Desert Mercenary City."
Within the underground magma, Qing Lin sat on a rock with her chin resting in her hands. A trace of sorrow appeared on her pretty little face as she murmured, "Little Spirit, do you think Brother Jia Lie doesn't want me anymore? Otherwise, why hasn't he come to get me after so long?" As she spoke, tears the size of beans welled up in her eyes.
Seeing this, the Twin-Headed Fire Spirit Snake tilted its heads and affectionately rubbed against Qing Lin's fair little hand. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the silent space.
Qing Lin's heart tightened. She turned around, and a figure entered her sight—the person she had longed for day and night. Like a bird returning to its nest, she threw herself into