Gu Wanqing was currently in the secret realm, embracing her own fortune.
Looking at the token in her hand, she felt bittersweet.
Once, Jiang Xiaobai had needed her protection, and she had been more than willing to protect him.
But now, the troubles had grown too great, and even she was unable to help.
"I am at least a Heavenly Immortal... can't you give me... a little face?"
Qiongyu couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.
Yet he clenched the communication token tightly, his eyes flashing with determination.
Jian Shisan and his sister sighed repeatedly before immediately beginning to frantically search for their own fortunes within the secret realm.
They were inherently weak, but they always remembered the kindness of Jiang Xiaobai.
Now, only by growing stronger could they be of help.
Only the gluttonous Monk, as light as the breeze and as indifferent as the clouds, gave the communication token a glance before continuing to stroll leisurely.
