Chapter 1094 - 389: Girl, It’s About Time—Let’s Get Going!

She took a deep breath, her full chest heaving violently, while her ice-blue dress fluttered as if blown by an invisible wind. She gritted her silver-capped teeth and spoke slowly:

"Open and honest? Who do you think you are, sneaking in like a chicken thief by blocking everyone’s senses?!!"

"Ah? Oh, that..."

Hong Qitian suddenly understood, then his face showed a slightly embarrassed smile as he rubbed his hands together. "Hehe, can’t help it, got used to it. Once, back in the village, I stole a chicken, and I did it just like this at that time."

"You...!"

Luo Qinglian felt her vision darken, almost losing her breath.

She had lived for so many years, ruling Bibo City, commanding a powerful presence, yet she had never been rendered speechless by such an excuse?

She took three deep breaths to suppress the impulse to freeze the old rascal into an ice sculpture and shatter him.

She skipped right past this blood pressure-raising topic.

And coldly stared at Hong Qitian:

"Why leave so early? There is still time until the agreed final point."

Hong Qitian’s playful smile immediately contracted into a light chuckle. "Young people have drive, fighting faster than we imagined, almost kicking down the doors to the Life Ghost’s lair. If we old folks don’t hurry to move, we might miss out on even a hot sip of soup."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qinglian’s cold eyes momentarily lit up with understanding.

But then they were replaced with seriousness.

She remained silent for a moment, lightly tapping the void with her bare feet and slowly descending to the poolside, where the flowing ice-blue radiance around her fully retracted, revealing a flawless true appearance.

Approaching Hong Qitian, she spoke coldly:

"Don’t you think the reaction of the Life Ghost over there is rather abnormal?"

Old Man Hong certainly understood what Luo Qinglian referred to.

Nothing more than the vanishing royal family members.

Hong Qitian’s smile remained unchanged, even carelessly, as he shrugged. "Doesn’t seem right? So, what? It’s nothing more than the Life Ghost unable to sit still, wanting to flip the table early and join the play. Or maybe the gods outside the cracks are drooling, unable to wait to squeeze in early to grab a share."

There wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in his cloudy eyes.

Instead, a sense of indifference, seeing through everything.

"Could this current situation be worse than them all rushing in simultaneously? And moreover..."

He paused, "Regardless of whether they flip the table early or not, we’re close to not being able to hold out."

Luo Qinglian’s stunning appearance showed a moment of surprise.

"And Qitian?"

Hong Qitian nodded, his smile fainted a bit.

With a complex emotion of a father towards his son: "Hmm, that kid has already come to me complaining twice."

After speaking, Old Man Hong couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile.

Continuing, "It might be that the foolish gods descend even before the Life Ghost does, there’s no saying."

Upon hearing this precise news, Luo Qinglian remained silent for a longer time.

She looked at Hong Qitian, at this old man who has borne the fate of the Human Race for decades, now relieved of the burden yet still standing at the forefront.

Seeing Hong Qitian’s relaxed manner.

She watched for quite a while, remained silent for quite a while.

Eventually, Luo Qinglian’s lips curved upwards in a smile.

A light chuckle broke the silence in the quiet chamber like ice beads falling onto a jade plate:

"Apparently, Fang Qingyu has truly given you tremendous confidence."

Hong Qitian also laughed along, shaking his head vigorously, yet his eyes shined brightly: "Wouldn’t you say so? I refuse to believe that when there’s a young man killing gods like they’re dogs, those in the Federation would still believe in some gods, wouldn’t it be better to believe in Fang Qingyu."

"At least worshipping him truly saves lives!"

These words made Luo Qinglian unable to hold back her laughter.

The smile was like a snow lotus blooming atop a glacier, cool and extraordinarily beautiful.

With a touch of relief and anticipation.

"Then let’s go."

She retracted her smile, her voice returning to coolness, yet devoid of anger.

Instead carrying a barely noticeable lightness.

Without looking at Hong Qitian again, she tapped the ground with her bare feet, heading towards the quiet chamber’s sole exit by herself.

"Gotta say, I haven’t seen him in person yet."

Her cool voice drifted, carrying a hint of faint curiosity.

Hong Qitian paused upon hearing, his expression showing surprise.

He quickly stepped forward to follow, hesitatingly saying:

"Uh, young lady, not that I’m speaking nonsense..."

"You see, at our age, right? Isn’t there a slight, um, gap between us and that young kid? When we meet, as for rank and such..."

"Hong Qitian!"

A reprimand echoed up the steps, accompanied by an ice-blue Qi Force that nearly froze Old Man Hong’s beard.

Suddenly crashing down from above.

"Shut up, immediately, right now!"

...

In the depths of the Arctic Ice Field.

Outside the Sixth Base.

The snowstorm continued to rage on, visibility was extremely low.

Several Dawn Warriors stood like statues at the base entrance in the snow, their vigilant gazes penetrating the snowy curtain, scanning the gray-white wasteland.

All of a sudden, one of the warriors’ eyes narrowed.

He spoke gravely: "Guard, there’s movement!"

Amidst the swirling snow, a team struggled toward the base entrance.

The composition of this team was quite peculiar.

On the periphery were about twenty soldiers in uniform.

While the dozen or so protected in the center wore motley, thick cold-weather outfits.

Carrying bulky, well-wrapped backpacks, cautiously holding various camera equipment in their hands.

Encased in Qi Force.

The guarding Dawn Warriors stood forward, blocking the way, their voices stern: "Halt, military restricted zone ahead. Who are you? Why are you here!?"