"Mr. Changqing?" Li Xuanxi raised an eyebrow, "Li Changqing?"
"Yes." Mu Qingge quickly replied.
"I'll help you talk to him in the evening. Where is he now?" Li Xuanxi asked.
"Beihan Country." Mu Qingge responded.
"Alright, you go find something to eat first." After saying this, Li Xuanxi sat down, closed his eyes, and began cultivating something unknown.
In a blood-red cave dwelling.
Here the roots intertwine; if someone mistakenly enters, it's feared that ordinary people wouldn't find their way out.
And there are countless people busy with something here.
At the end of the cave, it's dark, with faint roaring sounds coming from inside. Although the sound is low, anyone who hears it would feel their soul trembling.
"My lord."
At this moment, someone kneeled at the cave entrance, speaking nervously, "Protector Qinglong is dead."
"Oh?"
The voice inside was curious, "How did he die?"
