"Sister, is there still no sign of Spartonia on your map?"
Outskirts!
Exiled Immortal waved his hand, sending his flying sword soaring into the sky to effortlessly kill the monster lurking in the grass. "We've been walking for a day and a night. Are we sure this is the right direction? We might be lost, right?"
"John marked this direction. There's no mistake."
Hearing John's name, Exiled Immortal fell silent. After a long pause, he sighed deeply.
"Sister, do you think John... might be mad at us?"
Qing chimed in, "Yeah, John has always been really good to us. He even gave us Demigod-tier items without a second thought. Thinking back, I might have been a bit too harsh yesterday..."
"John won't be mad; that's not his nature.
But we haven't been very good friends.
Uncle Mac truly cares about that issue.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have insisted on going back. I also didn't think it through yesterday.
