An explosion rang out from one of the caves of the stone wall, drawing everyone’s attention. A figure slowly walked out.

“It was actually an inner disciple trial!”

People let out a startled cry. That cave had been in the middle layer of the cliff, and the cave opening was slightly larger.

“It’s Ling Hao!”

Tang Wan-er excitedly pulled on Long Chen’s hand. She smiled brightly with an unconcealable delight.

“Hehe, yes, congratulations, congratulations.”

Long Chen gently rubbed her soft, jade hand. Wasting such an opportunity definitely wasn’t his style, especially not when it had just been given to him straight-up.

“Scoundrel, you…!” Only after a moment did Tang Wan-er realize what he was doing to her hand. She had actually been taken advantage of like this. As if she was given an electric shock, she quickly took back her hand, ashamed and angry.

Aiya, just how did she manage to grow such a hand? It’s somehow slender, soft, and warm, Long Chen praised inside.

Just as Long Chen was reveling in that feeling and Tang Wan-er was about to beat him, Ling Hao shouted out, “Sister Wan-er, I, Ling Hao, have fulfilled my promise. I have returned alive.”

“Good, quickly come rest.” Tang Wan-er nodded.

Ling Hao was covered in blood, and his...