After a moment of deliberation, Ling Changqing made his decision.
'It's best to let those bigwigs think the Child of Destiny has already gone missing. Only then will they stop hounding the Deep Sea Dragon Race.'
As for Luo Qingxuan and her daughter, Bai Qingyi, they were already his Dao Companions, and Ling Changqing was willing to acknowledge them.
'Once I become a Nascent Soul True Monarch, or even a Divinity Transformation Powerhouse, I can come back for them without worrying about their safety.'
At this thought, Ling Changqing let out a soft sigh.
'After I leave this time, I'll just sneak back to the Changqing Continent.'
He hadn't seen Ling Qiyue, Tang Qiu Yao, or Ling Bingyun and her daughter in a long time, and he truly missed them. 'They must miss me too.'
In just a moment, the soup in the Jade Furnace was boiling. Chunks of snow-white meat tumbled endlessly within, and an enticing aroma filled the air.
