"Where are you planning to go next?"
Mu Shenling paused for a moment, then looked at Su Han.
"Where I go next depends on you."
Su Han said to Mu Shenling, "Ten years is too long, equivalent to seven hundred years. Do you understand what I mean?"
Mu Shenling was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
She knew that Su Han was talking about the time inside the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son.
"According to my information, the Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid from the other seven Flood Dragons won't erupt for at least seven years. I don't want to waste that time."
Su Han continued, "Therefore, I hope you can help me settle that matter as soon as possible."
Mu Shenling frowned, seemingly in thought.
