"Ye Chen, Qing Luo, I have been watching you for a long time, and there are definitely secrets between you!"
Feng Wu sped through the mountains, quickly moving up to the summit, wanting to see some things for herself to confirm her suspicions.
"Qing Luo, we are about to leave the temple. What are your plans afterward?" Ye Chen asked.
The seal of the temple was about to be unlocked, and they could leave soon. However, Ye Chen belonged to Baihua Palace, and Qing Luo belonged to another force; they were destined to part ways.
"Will you let me go?" Qing Luo asked.
"Let you go?" Ye Chen gave a wry smile. "Even if I let you go, would you let me go?"
"No!" Qing Luo said.
"Haha!" Ye Chen laughed, feeling immensely proud.
Qing Luo was a fairy-like figure, yet she was so devoted to him. How could Ye Chen not feel proud?
"Ye Chen, I come from a mysterious heritage. I have no master, no elder, no mentor—I only have one godmother—Saint Linglong!" Qing Luo said.
