The Holy Land
Qing Yue stared at the meteorite falling from the sky, finding it simply unimaginable.
This was just too much.
Yesterday, a lesser Celestial Tribulation, and today, a straight-up meteorite. This couldn't be a sign of good luck, could it?
Then, Qing Yue thought of Su Qi and had a suspicion. 'No, that's impossible, right?'
Qing Yue couldn't believe anyone could be so unlucky. 'This can't be called bad luck anymore, can it?'
'This is a natural disaster.'
Inside, Jingyue and the others were naturally awakened by the meteorite's descent.
Su Qi looked up at the meteorite and said woodenly, "Senior Sister, this has nothing to do with me, right?"
Jingyue was also in shock. "I don't think so."
Qing Lian asked, "Should we run?"
Jingyue composed herself and shook her head. "No need. They'll handle it. Let's keep absorbing the Immortal Spiritual Qi so we can leave this dangerous place sooner."
