The two walked hand in hand, leisurely strolling along the road. Suddenly, they disappeared in place.
The spies near Yudao Sect were unsurprisingly unable to trace their whereabouts, losing track of the pair instantly.
A quarter of an hour later.
Outside a city.
Gazing at the city ahead, Qu Tan'er asked, "Chengcheng, there's only a month and a half left before the opening of the Holy Land. What are you planning next? Have you figured it out?"
"Hmm, I've thought it through." Mo Liancheng smiled confidently, "I can guarantee that a month from now, even if we stir up the heavens of Xuwu Town, there will be many who don't wish for our demise."
Qu Tan'er raised an eyebrow at his words.
It felt quite odd... Really?
Days later.
