"Qiaoqiao!" After Mo Lian burned several close-combat demonic cultivators to death with his purple blaze, he raised his head and saw his Qiaoqiao zipping downwards from the strength of the burly village chief's self-detonation, straight into a crevice where the bottom couldn't be seen.
Mo Lian promptly felt his heart trembling in terror, and he jumped up, swiftly dashing for Qiao Mu.
"Qiaoqiao."
Qiao Mu only had time to console him with "I'm fine," before an attractive force had already dragged her into the crevice in the blink of an eye.
Mo Lian! Qiao Mu's heart jolted heavily.
The rumbling sound of gushing groundwater entered her ears. Subsequently, she seemed to see some round thing also dropping into that crevice along with her.
