บท 508: Origin of the Demonic Filth

"Are you alright? They haven't done anything to you, right?"

Li Yunmu walked forward and chopped off the formless restrictions binding Li Qinghong to the boundary stone, allowing her to regain her freedom.

"I'm alright. They had other matters to attend to and didn't have any spare time to deal with me."

A hint of bitterness appeared on her cold and elegant face. She lightly moved her muscles while speaking.

The two of them weren't sentimental people. Li Qinghong didn't enquire much as to where had he disappeared for the past time or how had he entered the Black Spirit World.

And Li Yunmu also didn't blame Li Qinghong for having overestimated her abilities. There were some matters in the world which even if people knew they couldn't deal with, they could only harden their resolve and try anyway.

Clearly, Li Qinghong was this type of person.