They had arrived at their destination, but Chu Feng was still holding the princess's hand without letting go.
"Are we really here?" Li Canghe asked.
"Correct. We came here before. It should be just up ahead," a young man from the Pre-Qin Research Institute confidently said.
"Rest and reorganize. We will set out again after some preparations!" Li Canghe instructed.
The thoughts of the young people weren't on the holy ground but rather on Chu Feng and Princess Lin. Their eyes were almost frozen because they saw Chu Feng still hadn't let go.
"This Chu Feng is too shameless. This is a blasphemy against Princess Lin. He's truly… a model of our generation!" someone whispered. He wasn't angry, but instead, his eyes were burning with envy.
Some descender scions wore odd expressions. They were quite clear because many of them had been "harmed" by this Princess Lin. Back then, they thought they would be inseparable with her, but in the end, they could only look on sorrowfully from afar.
