Why again are we doing this?
"Zimo, how far are we from the assembly point?"
No longer paying attention to Ling Xue'er, Lin Caisang turned to her husband and asked.
"Not far, just three days' journey left," Sui Zimo said.
Yes, at the pace they're going, it's indeed three days' journey away, but if they use flying demons, it would only take a few hours.
"Do you want to keep walking?" he asked.
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang paused for a moment, her peripheral vision sweeping over the two sullen men plotting something unknown, then nodded.
"Let's keep walking and encounter some more demons," she said.
"Okay, as you wish," Sui Zimo replied.
Nearby, Ling Xue'er listened to their conversation, her heart filled with anger.
Why isn't this man her admirer? If Yuan Jue were half as good as him, she would be happy and wouldn't have to suffer like this.
