After that, Loong Mengqi walked along the riverbank with Ye Haoxuan following closely behind. The two of them walked up to a row of willow trees. Cold wind blew, and their cloaks fluttered.
"Loong Xuan, you must remember what I said today, because I won't say it a second time. I don't like forcing you to do anything, but this time you have to promise me one thing. " Loong Mengqi's beautiful eyes slightly shook as she spoke with a serious expression.
"I won't force you." For you, I can go to the mountain of blades and descend to the sea of fire … Forget about one thing, a hundred is fine... " Ye Haoxuan promised solemnly.