"Take the pills and let's go."

"They're here!" After taking the pill, Li Qingrong chased after them without thinking.

She hadn't gone far when Li Qingrong remembered her brother. She stopped and turned around to wave at him, saying, "Brother, go and complete your sect mission. I won't bother you any longer."

Li Qingyu: "..."

He was about to leave when someone called out to him. The man looked serious and said, "Brother Qingyu, could it be that the Jiang Yuetong that Sister Qingrong mentioned is...?"

As if she had thought of something, Li Qingyu's eyes widened, and she said uncertainly, "It shouldn't be, right? Maybe it's just a coincidence of names. I've never heard Rongrong say that she knows anyone from the Eastern Region."

The man frowned and reminded him, "The spiritual root of Jiang Yuetong, the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture, is lightning. It is rumored that she is ruthless, as you just witnessed."

Li Qingyu pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "You're right. Even if she's not the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture, it's not safe for Rongrong to be with such a dangerous person."

He turned to the people beside him, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I'm really worried about my younger sister coming out alone. I won't be joining you on this mission. Farewell."

Before his brothers could respond, Li Qingyu turned around and hurriedly chased after them.

...

At this time, Jiang Yuetong and her group rushed to the center of Wanchuan Forest. Along the way, they encountered several attacks from magical beasts, all of which were dealt with by Li Qingrong alone.

As they approached the center of the forest, the monsters they encountered grew increasingly powerful. After consuming a Spirit Recovery Pill, Li Qingrong cautiously asked, "Should we rest for a while?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong, who was scouting the way from the top of the tree, jumped down and walked towards her step by step.

Reaching out and grabbing her arm, Jiang Yuetong said in a deep voice, "We've entered the territory of the Crimson Flame Tigers; we need to leave here quickly."

"What?!" Li Qingrong exclaimed in surprise.

Just as the two were about to leave, a huge Crimson Tiger emerged from behind a tree.

Upon discovering the presence of outsiders on its territory, the Crimson Tiger was clearly enraged, its fierce eyes fixed on them.

"roar--"

Li Qingrong was immediately terrified, gripping Jiang Yuetong's hand so tightly it turned white. Judging from the appearance of this Crimson Flame Tiger, its cultivation level was at least three thousand years.

The kind of thing that could kill her with a single swipe of its claws.

Jiang Yuetong shielded her behind her: "Don't be afraid!"

The Crimson Flame Tiger was eyeing them covetously, and Jiang Yuetong also coveted it. It was rare to encounter a Crimson Flame Tiger with such high cultivation, so she naturally wanted to take it into the Nine Demon Tower.

Not long after, a Crimson Flame Tiger with even higher cultivation appeared beside them, and a sound came from behind them.

Jiang Yuetong narrowed her dark eyes slightly. If she were alone, she might stay and fight the Crimson Flame Tiger.

But clearly now is not the time.

Since we already know their locations, we can come back another time when we have a better chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuetong took out a Flash Talisman from her spatial storage. Just as several Crimson Flame Tigers charged over, a flash of light appeared, and the two of them disappeared from the spot.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, just as they were about to leave the territory of the Crimson Flame Tiger, a man's painful voice came from afar.

Li Qingrong's expression changed instantly.

"It's my brother!"

Jiang Yuetong immediately stopped with her. Because the speed of using the Flash Talisman was too fast, the two of them leaned forward uncontrollably.

After regaining her balance, Jiang Yuetong turned to look at her: "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed!" Li Qingrong was extremely anxious at this moment, and turned around to run in the direction from which the voice came.