After returning to Xudu Heaven, Qingzhi had been in no hurry to visit the Dragon Palace. Instead, she had set that thought aside and made a special trip through the Southern Territory of Eastern Maitreya Province, searching carefully for traces of Chen Heng.
But on that journey.
All she had found at Little Sweet Mountain was a scene of ravaged ruins.
After grabbing a random disciple of the Flower-Washing Sword Sect and questioning him about what had happened.
Qingzhi had fallen into a daze, utterly at a loss.
By the time she came to her senses, she had already flown back to the Eastern Sea without thinking and gone to the Dragon Palace to cadge another enormous meal.
Several years had passed since she had first left Xudu Heaven.
And the moment she returned.
She had been rushing about without rest.
Naturally, she had little way of knowing just what had happened over those years.
Qingzhi assumed that Chen Heng had long since perished in the tragedy that had struck the Southern Territory several years ago. Filled with melancholy, she also had no idea how she should explain it to Wei Lingjiang.
She could not dwell on this.
The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.
With her emotions in turmoil, she was eating several times her usual amount, as though filling her belly would somehow bring a solution to everything, and a road would surely appear when the cart reached the mountain.
Seeing Qingzhi so distracted and so stuffed that she could not stop burping, the Dragon Woman beside her could not help smiling and asking:
"What's troubling you now? Tell me about it. Perhaps I can sort it out for you."
"You?"
Qingzhi gave her a sidelong look, let out a melancholy burp, then shook