Chen Xiaolian has always been an open-minded person. That was why he was able to accept Qiu Yun’s explanation.
However, he still had one question:
“If it is as you said, that acts of murder and pillaging occurs between Awakened ones, then how are we to safely enter the instance dungeon?”
Facing this question, Qiu Yun gave a strange answer. “Have you ever seen how wild beasts demarcate their territories?”
“Eh?”
Qiu Yun suddenly smiled. “How much more time is left?”
“Less than 1 hour.”
“It is about time,” The corners of Qiu Yun’s mouth were turned upwards. He then swaggered out from the cluster of trees with both his hands placed inside his trousers’ pockets and waded into the centre position of the stream.
Chen Xiaolian was stunned only to see Qiu Yun turning his head to face him and laughed out.
