Chang Ling

Thinking about it for a moment, Chang Ling once again returned to the Immortal tree and sat down with her eyes closed.

However, this meditation did not last long. Her slightly furrowed brows betrayed her current state of mind.

"No way, could it be that the anomaly of Little World Mountain is really related to him?"

At this time, a crisp voice suddenly sounded out, and immediately following that, a small figure laid on Chang Ling's lap.

"What does it have to do with him, Sister Ling?"

It was Amy, and her delicate little face was looking at her curiously.

Chang Ling came back to her senses and rubbed her little head. "It's nothing. Did you see your Big Brother Jian?"

Amy said, "Big Brother Sword? Didn't he leave with Grandpa? I saw it with my own eyes."

Hearing up to here, Chang Ling's heart trembled, a bad premonition surging into her heart.