The mysterious and dark land, where the golden cocoon of the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu finally ruptured.
"You should leave this place first and go to the Ancient Demon Ridge." Fang Qingye stood up and softly said to Bai Qingxue beside him.
Bai Qingxue frowned: "What about you?"
Fang Qingye took a deep breath and said, "To buy our son a little more time."
Upon hearing this, Bai Qingxue's hands tightened, and she bit her lip lightly, saying, "Then I'll stay as well."
Fang Qingye shook his head, gently stroking Bai Qingxue's long hair: "I won't die, no one in this world can kill me, Fang Qingye."
Bai Qingxue was taken aback, looking at Fang Qingye's earnest eyes, she eventually compromised.
"I'll wait for you to come back." Bai Qingxue turned and left, disappearing from this place in just one step.
After Bai Qingxue left, Fang Qingye sat back on the ground, gazing at the gradually cracking golden cocoon with a very calm expression.
