When everything was ready, the two said goodbye to the Holy Mountain and went their separate ways.
Throughout the journey, Han Qianling's hands either clenched Luo Jiujiang's wrists or gripped his hands tightly. The force wasn't even slight; Han Qianling seemed to wish his claws could become a pair of shackles, constantly tying Luo Jiujiang to his side and firmly tugging at his fate.
However, this force was only felt by Luo Jiujiang himself. If others saw it, they might sigh at the decline of morals.
Luo Jiujiang had long suspected that Han Qianling had encountered something after entering the Holy Mountain. His current decision to avoid the Holy Mountain even after forming his infant was likely a repercussion of that incident. But Han Qianling's reluctance to let go...was he asserting his ownership, considering they had finally become a dual cultivation couple, or, as Sister Xue had said, simply experiencing the inherent anxiety of love?
At least Luo Jiujiang knew very well in his heart that Qian Ling had always been unwilling to let go of him even if he died, but he had always restrained himself in the past, so only two or three points of it were revealed.
But now he was actually willing to show his full strength. Luo Jiujiang smiled slightly at the thought: Do you think that now it is finally legitimate? His Qianling really has a kind of particularly awkward cuteness.
"Jiujiang." Han Qianling called his name softly: "Who do you think is more important, the world or me?"
"..." Even if he killed Luo Jiujiang on the spot, he would never have thought that Han Qianling would have such a god-like person to ask him such a question!
He inadvertently heard such a question, and was stunned for a moment: You know, the "world" that Han Qianling mentioned is probably not the country in the mouths of those human emperors, nor is it the same as the territory controlled by a certain world master.
Although he used euphemistic words, the word "天下" actually refers to the three thousand worlds.
Thinking of this, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Qianling, you know, Sister Xue once told me about a life-threatening question in their hometown."
Han Qianling raised his eyebrows slightly, and used his eyes to signal him to speak in detail.
"The question is this: 'If your mother and I fall into the water together, which one will you save first?'" Luo Jiujiang felt it was absurd after reading half of the question, and even the last syllable trembled when he read to the end.
Han Qianling also chuckled. He compared this question with the one he had just asked and found it interesting. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.
"I shouldn't have asked you that." Han Qianling laughed and said, "I mean, which do you think is more important, the Three Thousand Worlds or yourself?"
"Another answer you give even though you already know the answer." Luo Jiujiang said helplessly, "If answering myself is more important, then I don't know if the entire universe can accommodate this pot-shaped face of mine."
He raised the hand that was interlocked with Han Qianling's, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of Han Qianling's hand: "In the Three Thousand Worlds, there are you, my master, my parents, and my friends. No matter from which angle, you are much more important than me."
"Really?" Han Qianling smiled noncommittally, then added, "I don't actually think so, but you're right."
There were no strange beasts blocking the way on the way out, so it was more than ten times faster than the way in.
After roughly walking out of the sphere of influence of the holy mountain, Luo Jiujiang stopped and signaled Han Qianling to choose a Feng Shui treasure land in his mind to survive the tribulation.
"No rush." Han Qianling said slowly, "I'm just about to form a baby, but it doesn't need to happen right away. Jiujiang, Fengxue and Fengren, the two girls, and your friends at the academy, do you want to go and see them and have a few words with them?"
Luo Jiujiang asked curiously, "After you have formed your infant, and your mind is free from worries, wouldn't it be better for us to go together?"
"The Holy Land is only open for three years. You've stayed in Primal Chaos for too long, and now the Holy Land is almost closed." Han Qianling's eyes flickered, and he evaded the main point, "I don't know how long I'll have to wait for my retreat after forming my Infant. It's rare for you and your friends to gather together. It's more convenient to meet now than to travel across the border later."
Luo Jiujiang was finally persuaded by Han Qianling.
Han Qianling can be said to be half the master of the holy land. Just like when he was looking for Luo Jiujiang a year ago, he released colorful butterflies to search for traces of Yin Bansi and others, and the two of them soon received the reward of the butterflies.
Luo Jiujiang caught sight of the Qinglong Realm team and ran away from them, while Han Qianling stayed where he was, looking at his back with a deep gaze.
The gentle, caring and patient smile on his face disappeared instantly after Luo Jiujiang walked three steps away from him.
The butterfly that had just rested on his fingertips, its wings trembling, suddenly seemed frightened and flew away several feet away.
At this moment, a panicked Swift Rabbit seemed to have lost its mind and could not tell the direction. It rushed forward and bumped into Han Qianling.
Han Qianling reached out and picked up the rabbit, holding it in front of him. At this time, his palm was stuck on the neck of the Wind Rabbit, and his face and eyes were unconsciously filled with hatred and disgust.
The strength between his fingers increased bit by bit, and his palm slowly tightened in one direction. No matter how the Swift Rabbit flapped its hind legs and twitched its ears, it was ultimately powerless and was strangled to death in Han Qianling's hand.
After doing all this, Han Qianling's eyes moved, as if he suddenly came to his senses. He threw the rabbit's corpse aside and moved it away with his toes.
His movements were exactly the same as when he had removed the fragments of the source of Tao from the bottom of the holy mountain pond a few days ago.
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