"Ah... it's good that I got out of there quickly..." Qingyi looked back, feeling that powerful Qi exploding on the horizon.
A scream full of hatred echoed along with this Qi, tearing through the skies.
Even from many kilometers away, the Qi of that false immortal was still terrifying.
Shaking his head, Qingyi just walked on, disappearing into the crowd walking down the wide central street of the royal capital.
'Any change?' Qingyi asked Ruxue.
'Not much,' her sweet, mature voice echoed in his mind. "I'm stronger, much stronger, but this fragment didn't have much function other than structural."
'I see...' Qingyi scratched his chin before entering a humble hotel, renting a small room and lying down to enter the world of the mind.
The moment he stepped through the great gates of the temple, Xueyao's excited voice reached his ears: "Oh... there are so many crystals!"
Turning his face, Qingyi saw a huge pile of spirit crystals on the ground.
