At the Foot of the Purple Wind Mountain

"Fortunately my Little Qing is uninjured," Jiang Qiaoling said unhappily. "Otherwise, I would have severed your dog head!" She had very good relationships with the the Old Ginseng, the Rabbit, Little Qing, and Rock Spirit—all the non-humans. Right now, she was sitting on Little Qing's body and stroking its scales and feathers.

Everyone chuckled upon hearing this. Jiang Qiaoling was mischievous and lively, not gentle and obedient like Ding Zhizhi. However, she was a joy to have around. Which of her seniors didn't like and spoil her? This was also the reason why she dared to make trouble.

"Let's go."

Everyone continued forward. Although this marshland wasn't small, how quick was everyone's speed? It took them just a few hours to leave the marshlands behind them. A large city appeared on the horizon before them.