"Okay, let's go."
Chen Feng this time did not carry Li Cha'er, nor did he use Qinggong. Instead, he walked in front, so if anything dangerous happened, he could protect her at the first moment.
Li Cha'er followed behind him, her face still burning. For some reason, she didn't dislike the feeling of Chen Feng's forceful kiss earlier; instead, she felt somewhat expectant. Although she was the Saintess of Vatican City, she was still just a girl with blossoming feelings.
After they had walked about a few tens of meters, suddenly a strong pulling force appeared in the space, abruptly dragging them both downward. Chen Feng immediately grabbed Li Cha'er's hand, and as the surroundings went pitch black, when the light reappeared, they found themselves in a decayed secret chamber.
