In the forest, a bonfire blazed!
This might be the first bonfire lit in the Mist Ghost Forest in a hundred years.
Li Chen, Ximen Qingxue, Lian Hongshang, and Little Demon Immortal sat around the bonfire.
Whether due to exhaustion or some other reason, they remained silent.
Only the Lightning Weasel on Ximen Qingxue's shoulder made "zizi" sounds as it watched the flickering flames, either out of excitement or curiosity.
After a long while, Little Demon Immortal suddenly turned her gaze to Li Chen, her dimples spinning gently.
"Li Chen, you don't have to come back with me and take this risk. Whether it's Dao Luohen or the Black Demon King, they're not easy opponents!"
Li Chen didn't respond directly but gazed into Little Demon Immortal's eyes.
For some reason, perhaps guilt or something else, Little Demon Immortal instinctively looked away.
