Ding Ling asked Zhong Ling to tell him where there was a mountain cave.
Zhong Ling told him.
At that moment, Ding Ling grabbed Zhong Ling and Ling Yanqiu with one hand each and sped towards the direction of the cave.
The Ferghana Horse, with its spiritual connection, followed Ding Ling's silhouette, galloping wildly to catch up.
They arrived at the entrance of the cave.
Ding Ling set the two of them down.
At this moment.
Ling Yanqiu also began to feel somewhat dazed. After landing, she woke up briefly but was extremely sad and distressed. Without saying a word, she was about to smash her head against the wall to end her life. Fortunately, Zhong Ling held her tightly, preventing her suicidal impulse.
Ding Ling sighed deeply.
Compared to the two women, he was much better off.
Whenever the inner turmoil was too much to bear and he couldn't hold on, a surge of Buddha Qi would emerge, sweeping away the anxiety in his heart, and Ding Ling would immediately feel much more at ease.
