To avoid worrying Kenny Lin, she decided to leave first.
After some thought, she moved the statue to the front of a small house and informed Wealth before stepping out.
Wealth stood up from a large rock, his wise golden eyes narrowing as he stared at the statue for a while before lying back down.
When Amalia returned to the grand hall, the air was thick with the scent of blood.
Kenny Lin stood with his back to her, his sword still dripping with fresh blood.
Upon hearing her footsteps, he turned around.
"You're back."
"Yes, the owner of the statue was indeed Fairy Yi Xiulan. He pulled me into my small world and told me some things. I was only inside for a short while, yet this happened?"
Kenny Lin's eyes were filled with grievance. "You didn't tell me what was happening. How was I supposed to know whether you were alive or dead?"
Amalia raised an eyebrow. "Are you cursing me to die?"
