Above the sky, the violent spatial turbulence continued to rage relentlessly.
Gazing at the slender figures who entered the turbulence without hesitation, one after the other, Chu Bingyan took a deep breath, approached Jing Lixue, and asked, "Aren't you going?"
Jing Lixue's face was pale as gold leaf, and after a brief hesitation, she shook her head, "Forget it, the way I am now, going there would only be a burden."
"And..."
She looked back at the elder's phantom still lingering in the clouds, her gaze fierce, "After all, he is the Divine Emperor, there's no way he can remain absent all the time, someone must manage the affairs within Dawn City."
Even so, her eyes, looking up at the shifting formation in the sky, still held a longing and reluctance.
With a silent sigh in her heart, Chu Bingyan gave up the idea of insisting on going with them.