Meng Jian's face fell at Lin Hao's words.
"I don't want to know. Let's go!" Meng Jian said, her voice bone-chillingly cold.
Watching her brush past him, a hint of coldness flashed in Lin Hao's eyes. He shrugged and said no more.
Both were proud and arrogant, and so their silence lasted the entire night.
All night long, the two of them walked on, not stopping until the sky began to lighten.
In the distance, the silhouette of a city was faintly visible.
The city lay quietly there, its silhouette like a giant, crouching beast—savage and terrifying.
"Sister Meng, I'm so tired. Let's go into the city and get some rest."
Perhaps intentionally trying to make Lin Hao look bad, Meng Jian had kept a fast pace the entire way.
But Lin Hao, who possessed Imperial Arts, was still full of vigor despite having walked all night.
Still, holding to the idea that a gentleman doesn't argue with a woman, Lin Hao was the one to break the silence.
