Hongni's words were filled with a hint of vague ambiguity, which was no different from her usual jokes, but it seemed to have some meaning.
Chen Xuan could only think that he couldn't understand. He nodded slightly to Chu Yun, then said goodbye to Hongni Yushu, and then returned to his cave to prepare.
The so-called preparation is nothing more than bringing some regular recovery, healing pills, and auxiliary magic weapons.
As for saying goodbye to familiar senior sisters, Wan'er, Nan Qianqian and Eyan often go out for training, and they go there for months or even years. Chen Xuan has not met them many times in the past twelve years.
During this period, the three of them were not here, and Gong Zijia was the dragon who saw the head but the tail, so Chen Xuan didn't need to say goodbye to anyone.
What Chen Xuan needs to consider most during this experience alone is whether Xin Yiwu and the masters of the Xielian Secret Sect will look for him halfway.
No matter what, it is impossible to change the plan easily if you have decided twelve years ago.
The next morning, a lonely figure sailed through the wind and broke through the clouds, drew a long cloud over the Fengqi Mountains, and finally disappeared into the depths of the extremely distant sky.
A cold and unconventional beauty stood on a fairy peak and watched the clouds gradually dissipate, and she was stunned for a while.
...
Three months later.
A very prosperous area of Kongsang Xiandi Realm, the most famous Haozhang Seventy-Two Liancheng.
On the bustling market street of millions of monks, a handsome man with two swords on his back slowly walked through the crowd.
His appearance seemed ordinary to others, but he had a kind of evil handsomeness. His face had a little lazy meaning, and his dark and deep starry eyes were faintly shining with a gorgeous light. Soon, he came to an equally ordinary shop, looked up at the plaque, and said five words in his mouth: "Finally, has it arrived..."