It was a common sight to Li Moying and Huang Yueli.
Before an ancient mystic region surfaced, there was bound to be some form of heteromorphic happening. It was merely a mass of fog and nothing dangerous so it wasn't something which was worth getting worried over.
Although this was the case, Li Moying still subconsciously held Huang Yueli's hand tightly.
Huang Yueli laughed, "Why are you grabbing my hand so tightly for. My hand is already hurting and I won't be lost!"
Li Moying gave a cold harrumph, "You always like to run about and if I don't grab hold of you tightly, you'd just leave me on my own and run off!"
Huang Yueli couldn't help but burst out into laughter. She knew clearly that Li Moying had recalled the events in her past life when she ran off on her own to look for high levelled materials for armament refining.
