"Miss song is here, we're saved!"
"Miss song, miss song!"
Everyone cried tears of joy. This was the confidence that song qingxiao had given them when they were on the ship.
Even the howling ghosts and the zombies chasing after them couldn't affect their mood.
It was as if no one was afraid of her wherever she was, and they would be protected by her powerful wings.
Song Changqing was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes showed a gratified and a little disappointed expression, as if he was happy for song qingxiao to be so welcomed, but also seemed to have a sense of bewilderment that his little junior sister no longer only relied on him and needed him.
The crowd was still cheering, and song Qing let go of his hand.
The spiritual power steadily carried the old Daoist down until the tips of his feet touched the ground. The power then dissipated.
He stumbled and was caught by song Changqing.
