"Every few hundred years, an army of cultivators from various sects comes to the Demon Sect to help resist the beasts from the mysterious star area. Perhaps Qianmei will be there soon," Li Qianmei said, her blue hair fluttering in the wind as she smiled.
Wang Lin silently pondered.
"If that day comes, you must see me off, Brother Lu," Li Qianmei blinked her eyes and smiled. Her smile was very beautiful, like a blooming orchid, with a unique charm in the silence.
That beautiful face reminded him of Lu Yanfei's when he left the Moro Continent not long ago.
"I hope that senior will not forget the competition among the various sub-sects within the main sect in a hundred years. I also hope that senior will not forget the Origin Sect…" With Lu Yanfei's intelligence, she didn't usually speak much, but she could tell that the Moro Continent wouldn't allow Wang Lin to stay there for long. This place was just temporary for him, and he was merely passing through…