"Is it you?"
On the way to collect ancient demon corpses, Li Hao encountered a disciple of Great Dream Nine Abysses.
Lin Mingrong's clothes were tattered, looking like she had been injured. Although she had healed, her messy hair indicated that she had fought fiercely.
Meeting Li Hao in mid-air, she was slightly stunned, her eyes instantly bursting with joy.
Li Hao's performance in the Ancient Immortal Realm made her deeply feel the gap between herself and this young man. Her master had privately told her that the latter would surely have an astonishing performance in the Southern Domain, with the potential to break into the top ten.
Now that she met Li Hao, it was as if she had found a pillar of support.
"Are you hurt?"
Li Hao had some impression of this young woman. Initially, he misunderstood her when she led the way to the Dream Lord's hall, but they hadn't really had any interactions since.
"I'm fine."
