The sea breeze stirred gently, its passage rustling the blue dress. It further outlined her intoxicating, curvaceous figure.
She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her red lips moving slightly. "All this time, our search has been based on the assumption that Wang Xiu was either seriously injured or dead! But what if… he wasn't hurt? What if nothing happened to him at all, and he just can't find his way back?"
These words sounded like an attempt to comfort everyone, but upon careful consideration, they made a lot of sense. It made many of the crestfallen disciples of the Sanqing Immortal Sect feel somewhat better, and a new line of thinking began to open up for Li Xuanqi and the others.
"She's right! For someone like Wang Xiu, as long as he's alive, anything is possible! Searching here is meaningless. He might have just gone somewhere farther away!" Li Xuanqi said suddenly, gazing at Zhao Qingyu's departing figure.
Ji Zidian looked at her and asked, "What do you mean?"
