Chapter 14328 Worry
Just then, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out:
"How about leaving it to me?"
Suddenly, Lü Ning appeared. He was agile and had a bright smile on his face. He looked at the golden-winged roc with eyes full of affection.
The power and ferocity of the Golden-Winged Roc clearly piqued his interest, and he longed to personally fight this giant beast in order to improve his own strength.
Ling Xiao turned to look at Lü Ning, pondered for a moment, and then said with a smile:
"Alright, then it's up to you!"
He understood that Lü Ning, as the current temporary commander of the Demon Sea, bore an important responsibility.
In this world where the strong rule, only those with immense power can truly suppress others and lead the Demon Sea to prosperity.
For Lü Ning, the battle against the Golden-Winged Roc was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to improve his strength.
Upon hearing Ling Xiao's agreement, Lü Ning was overjoyed, and the smile on her face was as radiant as a blooming flower.
She quickly brought her feet together, bent her body slightly, bowed respectfully, and said in a loud and grateful voice:
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
This "thank you" was filled with his excitement and gratitude, as if he wanted to convey all his respect to Ling Xiao through this shout.
Having said that, she could no longer contain her eagerness and impatiently took out an ancient beast-taming ring from her bosom.
This beast-taming ring has a unique shape, covered with mysterious runes, and exudes an ancient and powerful aura, as if it contains endless mysteries.
Lu Ning gripped the Beast Taming Ring tightly with both hands, chanting incantations that flowed from his mouth like a babbling brook, carrying a mysterious power.
Then, with a determined look in her eyes, she strode toward the ferocious golden-winged roc, each step filled with confidence and resolve, as if she could already see herself successfully taming the giant beast.
Ling Xiao stood to the side, surveying his surroundings and taking in everything in the arena.
His gaze was steady, and after a moment of contemplation, he said to Ji Mingkong:
"Mingkong, you are in charge of distributing the spoils of war. You don't need to worry about my opinion."
His voice was calm yet firm, giving people a sense of unquestionable authority.
"clear."
Upon hearing Ling Xiao's instructions, Ji Mingkong immediately responded respectfully, her voice clear and melodious, like the sweet sound of silver bells.
She bowed slightly to express her respect for Ling Xiao, and then immediately began to take action.
She methodically directed everyone to sort and organize the collected spoils, and then distribute them in an orderly manner according to each person's contribution and needs.
The field immediately became bustling with activity, as soldiers moved about, their faces beaming with joy, as if they saw hope for an improvement in their strength.
Ling Xiao said nothing more. His gaze was deep as he strode forward alone into the depths of the distance.
His figure stood out exceptionally tall in the sunlight, like an unshakeable mountain peak.
He arrived at a silent wasteland, a vast expanse of yellow sand that gave him a desolate and lonely feeling.
Ling Xiao sat upright in mid-air, his legs crossed.
He gazed silently at the boundless earth, his eyes revealing a sense of contemplation and worry.
The distant clouds slowly swirl, like a dreamlike painting, radiating a hazy light. That light is like the wheel of fate, mysterious and unpredictable, as if hinting at all sorts of variables in the future.
I don't know how much time passed, but time seemed to freeze at that moment.
A graceful figure landed beside him like a fairy descending to earth.
She was dressed in a simple white dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the starlight, as beautiful and captivating as a blooming night lotus.
Those light steps seemed as if they were afraid of disturbing the quiet atmosphere.
It is Ni Shuanghan.
Ling Xiao didn't turn around, seemingly having already sensed her arrival.
He chuckled softly, a laugh as warm as a spring breeze, and said:
"Fairy Ni".
These three simple words encapsulate his familiarity and affection for Ni Shuanghan.
Ni Shuanghan didn't speak. As usual, she quietly sat down beside him.
She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her posture elegant, her gaze fixed on a rolling pebble in the distance, her eyes revealing a faint sadness and contemplation.
Her profile appeared exceptionally aloof in the sunlight, like a snow lotus on an iceberg, noble and proud, making one feel tenderness towards her.
Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly, his voice low and hoarse, as if carrying endless weariness and heaviness, and slowly said:
"We won this battle."
But I felt no joy.
Those words were like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brief yet carrying an indescribable sense of desolation.
This victory should have been a moment of celebration, but Ling Xiao's heart was shrouded in gloom, and he couldn't feel happy at all.
Ni Shuanghan, who had been sitting quietly to the side, slowly turned her head to look at Ling Xiao after hearing his words.
She remained silent, as if all words in the world were pale and powerless in the face of her.
But her eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless, icy pool, as if they could see through all of Ling Xiao's thoughts and take in all his worries and anxieties.
She gently stretched out her hand, her fingers as white as jade, the tip of which lightly brushed against a ray of starlight.
In an instant, the starlight seemed to come alive, flowing merrily between her fingers like a lively creature, shimmering with a mysterious and enchanting light.
Just then, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.
Shangguan Yue walked gracefully from afar, her steps light and elegant, each one seemingly touching the heartstrings of those who stepped on her.
She bowed slightly and said softly:
"Your Majesty, shall we return to Batian City now?"
The voice was like a gentle spring breeze, carrying a hint of concern and inquiry.
Lingxiao stood tall amidst this shattered world, surrounded by ruins and the lingering smoke of battle.
He wore a long, dark robe that fluttered in the cosmic wind, as if telling the story of the fierce and brutal battle.
The dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the hem of the robe shimmered faintly in the sunlight, like twinkling stars in the night sky, adding a touch of mystery and majesty.
He slowly shook his head, the movement firm and resolute.
His gaze was like unyielding ice, cold and sharp, as if it could pierce through all illusions.
His voice was resolute and forceful:
"not going back!"
The sound echoed in the silent world, like an irresistible command.
Upon hearing Ling Xiao's reply, Shangguan Yue unconsciously tightened her slender fingers, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
A hint of worry and confusion flashed in her eyes as she gazed at Ling Xiao's sharply defined profile.
His profile was as if carved by a knife and axe, resolute and cold.
She gently bit her lip and asked softly:
"Why?"
Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were afraid of hearing a bad answer.
Ling Xiao did not answer immediately. He slowly raised his head and gazed at the boundless sky. (End of Chapter)
