Hualing was acutely aware of the severity of this situation. The battle between the cultivators of the Divine Realm Continent and their own was akin to striking a stone with an egg, even if they outnumbered them several times over.
It was very likely that he might never return from this journey, never witness the birth of his two children, never see his wife again, and perhaps never meet his master again.
However, he had to go on this trip.
In his heart, Hualing was increasingly resentful. After finally living a peaceful life, these cultivators from a Different World insisted on stirring up trouble!
Would it not be better to cultivate peacefully on their own continent?
If they were terrible at cultivating, they could just go work on construction sites and carry bricks, okay?
Leng Xueqin's icy demeanor lightly flashed a faint smile, her cool hand resting on the back of Hualing's hand that was on her belly.
