Holding a torch to light the path ahead, Xier couldn't help smiling as she listened to their polite and bantering exchange.
Hearing this, Jun Mochen's heart skipped a beat. A wave of fear and helplessness instantly flooded his mind—if she hadn't gone home, where on earth had she gone? He closed his eyes, wishing he could slap himself a few times. If he managed to lose her, the rest of his life would surely be spent in guilt and regret.
Inside the room, Luo Sen sat cross-legged on the bed with a solemn expression. With a wave of his right hand, a golden flame filled with a sacred aura spread outward, enveloping the weapon-crafting materials floating in midair.
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