In Ninghe City, Lin Yan floated up along the river, but he didn't enter the city. Instead, he followed the river out of the city and found an empty spot to move Xiaozhi and the altars up again.
Xiaozhi fell into a coma again. Her eyeballs seemed to be moving slowly left and right, falling into a dream.
Lin Yan looked at Xiaozhi steadily, but his palms were slightly sweaty as he waited quietly.
After an unknown period of time, Lin Yan's entire body suddenly trembled, and his face turned slightly pale.
A familiar huge spirituality descended here again!
Zhao Pan was here again!
Lin Yan did not turn around to look at Zhao Pan. Instead, he stared intently at Xiaozhi, his face ashen.
As soon as Xiaozhi woke up, he actually felt that something was wrong.
There seemed to be a slight difference in Xiaozhi's expression and tone. She was not as intimate and close to him as before.