Night had fallen.
The Crimson Flame Lion King carried Su Yie and Wux Qingyao to a small river, with sparse woods on either side, and the croaking of frogs incessantly filling their ears.
It took Su Yie two days to travel from Yaojian Mountain to Sunset Ravine, let alone to the Seven Dynasties.
Therefore, Su Yie was feeling somewhat regretful now.
How long would it take to send Wux Qingyao back and then return to Yaojian Mountain?
Should he assassinate the Demon Emperor before sending her back?
Su Yie sat on a round stone and pondered deeply; he subconsciously glanced behind at Wux Qingyao, who happened to be looking at him.
Their eyes met.
Su Yie quickly turned his head away, his expression awkward.
Under the cover of night, it was impossible to see if Wux Qingyao's face was blushing, but her heart was pounding like a startled deer.
The Crimson Flame Lion King lay down not far away, already fast asleep, with snoring as loud as thunder.
