"Don't look anymore. You don't think that he can really come out, right?"
At a summit of ten miles, Leng Qiuling was somewhat absent-minded. This one month's time, she was unable to sit quietly and meditate, looking over in the direction of the fog realm from time to time.
When Zhuo Han saw this, his jealousy could not resist bursting out, speaking sarcastically.
Leng Qiuling gave him a glance indifferently and said coolly, "Maybe he can really come out?"
Zhuo Han laughed in spite of himself and said, "I know what you're thinking, but there's a saying called can be done once, twice, but not thrice! Does he really think that he's something? An Origin Deity Realm barging into the fog realm, this is purely courting death!"
Leng Qiuling opened her mouth but did not speak.
What Zhuo Han said was reasonable. Even though she knew that Ye Yuan was very mysterious and had a lot of means.
