If he went to the Upper realm, and Yan Luanqing still had feelings for him, he wouldn't mind becoming her true spouse.
Time cuts like a knife.
Of all his intimate ladies, only one or two may walk with him till the end.
Wu Miao, Zuoqiu Ying, Dai Ji, Yan Luanqing, it's impossible to predict.
"Junior Brother Chang..."
Upon feeling Xu Xing's touch, Yan Luanqing's delicate body stiffened, but she didn't use any Magic Power to repel Xu Xing.
Then, she sensed Xu Xing's hands leaving, her face returning to normal. With a bow, she uttered, "May we be mutually supportive on the Immortal Journey."
「Two days later.」
Underground, Black Mountain Market.
Emperor's Son Pavilion, Sub-Pavilion Hall.
Over twenty Nascent Soul Cultivators gathered In the Hall, sitting in two rows. They looked at Elder Stone Monkey, who was seated on the Chief seat, and an old man with white hair wearing a face mask carved with "Kill Wolf".
