Qing Li smirked, throwing three consecutive questions that left Yuan Hong speechless.
Then she lazily tucked her hair behind her ear, "Anyway, you're a shameless dude, being without a facade suits your image perfectly."
I stood there dumbfounded, surprisingly not finding her methods cruel at all.
I even sensed a bit of violent aesthetics; Qing Li's expressions and demeanor vaguely overlapped with the ruthless Yu Longting.
Which made Qing Li more pleasing to my eyes, as if Yu Longting was right beside me.
Moreover, inexplicably, I had a strange illusion that there seemed to be Yu Longting's presence in the Royal Tomb...
The group stepped out of the Mushroom Forest and officially entered the core of King Yu's Tomb.
Yuan Hong dragged his crippled body, barely holding on, aiding Qing Li and me in breaking through traps until we reached the main burial chamber.
If not for his deep cultivation, with such severe injuries, he would have died long ago.
