Zhou Yun wrapped his arms around Qiao'er's tiny body. Now that he had been reborn, his body had become stronger, and he could hold Qiao'er in his arms.
For the past few days, Zhou Yun had been under the threat of death. He had been constantly thinking about how to become stronger and constantly using the system to gain enlightenment. This had put his nerves in a high state of tension!
It had been a long time since Zhou Yun hugged Qiao'er, and he felt a rare sense of relief.
Suddenly, Zhou Yun's grip on Qiao'er tightened. Why was Qiao'er here, safe and sound? This was the base camp of the heretic cultivators! He also had countless spiritual corpses and a terrifying superior. The spiritual corpse existed!