Dongfang Hongyue flowed westward, her destination being the Land of Death.
Lin Yun and Qian Qian had been following closely, looking around only to see vast waters, but Qian Qian still vaguely sensed something.
"Could she be going west to find Su'e?"
Although Qian Qian was regarded by Lin Yun as a top-level poison milk, her analysis was always flawless, she had the smarts, it's just that the words she said were a bit metaphysical.
The more metaphysical it was, the more Qian Qian spoke, and the more she liked to analyze and infer, hoping that even just once, she could prove herself not to be poison milk.
"I was originally guessing the same, but now that you say it, I suddenly feel less confident."