Zhu Minglang placed them on a surviving stretch of land; although the land was heavily scarred, it provided enough ground to set foot upon.
Turning around, he left the area. Zhu Minglang was now aimlessly meandering when the soft cries of the Nuwa Dragon came from within the Spirit Realm, sounding like a pear blossom bathed in rain, unceasing.
Such a scene seemed to remind her of the past.
"Mr. Jinli, don't you find something very strange here?" Zhu Minglang suddenly spoke up.
Mr. Jinli had already sneaked into a cute and headless state. It widened its fish eyes, about to speak, when Zhu Minglang stole the words right from its mouth.
At this point, whatever Mr. Jinli would say, colored by its old wisdom, seemed unappealing to Zhu Minglang's ears!
"The Spirit Root, where has the Spirit Root of this world gone?" Zhu Minglang said to Mr. Jinli, but it was also a question he posed to himself.
