Da Zhen·Imperial City
In the empty Taihe Palace, Zhu Haomiao gazed up at the bloodstained, mountain-like majestic giant cauldron, his mind filled with swirling thoughts.
"Brother~"
The light and pleasant call sounded behind him. As the black-clad youth turned around, Zhao Nuo came walking slowly while holding Diao Chan.
Having not seen her for a while, the little girl seemed to have grown a bit taller. Her tender and childish features subtly transformed, faintly exuding a natural allure.
"Chirp~"
Diao Chan wriggled out from Zhao Nuo's arms and leaped onto Zhu Haomiao, snuggling and licking enthusiastically.
Allowing Diao Chan to dote on him, Zhu Haomiao stroked the little girl's head and smiled gently.
"Look, the National Guardian Divine Tripod has been recovered."
"But it seems to have been severely polluted..."
