At this moment, on a nearby cliff.
A cyan-robed figure stood by the edge of the cliff, while later a woman in black appeared in mid-air, descending behind him.
It was Qing Luo.
"Is everything taken care of?"
Seeing Qing Luo appear, the Cyan-robed Guest turned around with a glint in his eyes and asked.
"Yes."
Qing Luo nodded slightly.
"You haven't revealed too much information to Chen'er, have you?" the Cyan-robed Guest asked casually.
"Don't worry, I know what to say and what not to say,"
Qing Luo was indifferent, "That kid is indeed a promising talent. In the future, he might be of great help. He definitely shouldn't be involved too soon."
"If possible, I hope not to involve him."
The Cyan-robed Guest's eyes held a deep meaning as he shook his head.
"That's impossible."
Qing Luo was dismissive, "Once disaster strikes, none can remain unscathed beneath the crash. No one can be spared. With our current power alone, it's unlikely we'll be able to prevent what's coming."
