"Eat my Hand Thunder!"
In the dense jungle, Taoist qi howled.
As a beast tainted with Dragon Blood fell defeated,
they finally arrived at the temple's front.
However, at this moment, Zhao Jiaqi was pouting.
Ever since they got up this morning, Lin Fan and the fake Ni Chang had been inseparable.
They were hugging and kissing, barely able to keep their hands off each other, completely ignoring her.
"We've finally made it!"
The fake Ni Chang gazed at the magnificent palace before her.
Joy was written all over her face.
"We've arrived, but the qi here is extremely yang; this is no ordinary place. It's not wise to rush in. How about we rest and have some dry food before proceeding? You could use some rest as well."
Lin Fan looked at the palace built against the mountain.
He held Ni Chang's hand and never let go.
"Only you care about me the most, I'm so fortunate."
The fake Ni Chang smiled tenderly, her charm seemingly limitless.