"Why haven't the Lingyin Sect disciples arrived yet..."
Chen Ye was not Monk Tang,
Clearly, Sun Wukong had drawn a barrier, but he insisted on going out despite it.
Since True Man Sun had bestowed the magical treasure, warning him not to wander.
This indicated that the area was quite dangerous, possibly home to other underlings of the Demon Cultivators.
To be safe, they should wait for the Lingyin Sect disciples to arrive before leaving.
At this moment,
Qing Jun was already nestled in Chen Ye's arms, listening to the howling wind and snow, inhaling the faint herbal fragrance from her master's clothes, her eyelids growing heavy.
She was young and had been exhausted for the entire day.
Under the influence of the Rejuvenation Pill, she fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Ye slowly patted Qing Jun's back.
Suddenly, the Spirit Stabilizing Plate emitted a slight humming sound, the runes on it flickering with faint cyan light!
His heart sank, immediately becoming alert.
