Duan Rong stood at a certain spot on the edge of the dense forest, looking at the headless corpse on the ground, his eyes narrowed.
It was Tao Rong's corpse, with no more blood flowing from the severed head, evidently dead for a while now.
Duan Rong stood there, surveying the surroundings, and suddenly leapt in form, twisting along the edge of the dense forest in a certain direction.
As Duan Rong turned past the dense forest, he saw a broken temple not far away. Just as he was about to go over and inspect it, he suddenly saw a silhouette walking out from the temple entrance.
Duan Rong felt a surge of joy. Who else could it be but Lv Qingzhu?
"Miss! Miss!"
Duan Rong instantly sprinted wildly, unable to even control his form, his feet pounding the ground, causing it to tremble chaotically.
Lv Qingzhu's face was somewhat pale and her expression sombre. Suddenly she saw Duan Rong, covered in blood, rushing toward her.
The two met several yards in front of the broken temple.
