Xiao Ning clasped his hands behind his back and looked toward the distant eastern skies. "There are things I must handle on the way. We shall meet at Evil Dragon City."
Meng Qing seemed like she wanted to say more, but ultimately held her tongue.
Xiao Ning's form flickered—and then vanished into the air.
In truth, it was not that he had any pressing matters to handle.
He simply preferred not to travel with the others.
Though he had fully inherited Li Fang's memories—down to every habit, tone, and mannerism—maintaining the pretense remained a tiresome affair. After all, memories could guide the mind, but not ease the burden of constant performance.
Even a few casual words of greeting, a simple exchange of pleasantries, had already left him feeling drained.
Acting like someone else was never easy.
Let alone acting like Li Fang.
Elder Qian Xu suddenly raised his head, as if sensing something from afar.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and called out in a deep voice.
