Lu Qingxue blinked her eyes calmly, her gaze falling on the other person for less than half a second before she withdrew it and continued to walk forward.
Don't know him.
No need to know him.
With her sword in hand, Lu Qingxue looked at the gorge ahead, which was as straight as a knife, and stepped in quietly.
The silence in this gorge was astonishing.
As she walked ten meters in, Miller's shout from the rear vanished in an instant.
As if the world had split into two.
Lu Qingxue's slender, jade-like fingers rested on the sword hilt, her long eyelashes fluttered, and a hint of vigilance surfaced in her pupils.
Unknown places often come with unknown dangers.
After Lu Qingxue walked a hundred meters, a heavy thudding sound echoed from the back of the gorge.
Miller, supporting his knees, looked ahead with a smile on his face.
When he saw Lu Qingxue disappear earlier, his haste unexpectedly increased his speed by half.
Luckily, he hadn't lost track.
