At the moment Lin Daoming made his move, Qing Nu was confused, but deep down, she was in despair.
Because this was a top Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Immortal Sect, they had absolutely no means of resistance.
But the image of Chen Mobai standing in front of her, not retreating a single step, prompted a last flicker of comfort to surge within her despair.
At that time, she had already made up her mind to die together with him!
And when the silver light enveloped them both, Qing Nu held tightly onto Chen Mobai's outstretched hand, refusing to let go.
This was her only tie within the Immortal Sect, as well as the mental support that had sustained her for decades.
Fortunately, when the silver light faded, the sensation of their clasped hands did not disappear.
"We've arrived!"
Chen Mobai's gentle voice entered her ears.
Qing Nu slowly opened her eyes, yet her hands remained tightly clasped.
