The demonic young master's versatile empress will be revealed in due time, you'll understand slowly

  The old monk smiled, but didn't say a word. To Qian Yu Xian, it was as good as an agreement. She took a step forward, her rose-red lips slightly apart in disbelief, and reached out to touch the white whiskers under his chin.

  The monk Wò Lóng patted Qiū Yuè's hand, which was touching his white beard, and scolded, "You rascal! Don't move my precious beard!"

  Qianyu Xian tugged at her rose-like red lips, slightly shaking her head, "Mamao, what's wrong today?" Just met with Yanluo Wang and then chatted with the elusive Wodragon Monk who had 5,000 soldiers from Nangong sent to find him... Hehe... but I don't feel like my life is complete at all...

  "Why did you say that I will return on my own when the time comes? Do you know that I am a traveler from another world?" Qianyu Xian shook her head, not thinking much, and asked with her bright and clear eyes fixed on the Wò Lóng Sēng Rén who was stroking his beard.

  The monk Wò Lóng put down his precious whiskers, gazed at the thousand-feathered immortal, and then looked up at the dense stars in the sky, saying with a heavy heart:

  "Girl, time will tell, you'll understand slowly..."

  Qianyu Xian furrowed her brows, "You're telling me it's not possible now?"

  The monk Wò Lóng slightly shook his head, looking down at the puzzled Qiān Yǔ Xiān with furrowed eyebrows, "Lass, you need to forge your own path in life. If I were to tell you, it would be revealing heavenly secrets, and I would be punished by heaven..."

  Qian Yu Xian looked at Wu Long Seng Ren with a puzzled expression, suddenly remembering something. He excitedly grabbed Wu Long Seng Ren's hand and shook it wildly, "You, you, you, do you know why my soul suddenly feels like it's being restrained by something and can't talk to me?"

  The monk Wò Lóng patted Qian Yu Xian's hand, "Impulsive! Don't you know to calm down? Her soul is fine, still in this body, it's just that Yan Luo Wang found out about the two of you and temporarily sealed her off, forcibly cutting off your connection. Don't worry."

  Qianyu Xian pouted, rubbing the small hand that had been patted twice by Wò Lóng Sēng Rén. Her bright and clear big eyes looked at Wò Lóng Sēng Rén with disdain, "Then can you break the seal?"

  "Alright, stay still, little one. I'll help you untie." The monk took a step back, raised his right hand, and extended two fingers to draw a circle on Qian Yu Xian's forehead. His mouth moved as if he was reciting an incantation. Qian Yu Xian looked at the monk in confusion, when suddenly the monk shouted loudly, "Break!"

  Qian Yu Xian was forced to take a step back by a powerful aura, and after regaining his footing, he shook his head. Suddenly, Qian Yu Xian heard a familiar voice in his soul, with a hint of sobbing:

  Another...

  "Soul?" Qian Yu Xian was overjoyed.

  The monk Wò Lóng looked at Qiān Yǔ Xiān's expression, raised his hand and stroked his white beard again, saying to himself, "No need to thank me, it's what I should do."

  Qianyu Xian looked at Wòlóng Sēng rén with disdain, curled her lip and said "I didn't think of saying thanks either". Then, her bright eyes turned around, and she took a step forward with a flattering smile, looking at Wòlóng Sēng rén. "You say, Wòwò, what if next time that Yanluo Wang comes looking for me? This time you arrived just in time to save me, but what if next time you get stuck in traffic on the way? What do you think?"

  The old monk looked at Qianyu Xian with a hint of doubt, his aged face filled with a benevolent smile. "Haha, little girl wants to take the treasure from this poor monk, eh?"

  Qian Yu Xian looked at Wu Long's appearance and thought he was a bit old-fashioned, nodding frantically.

  Suddenly, the expression of the monk changed, "No way."

  Qianyu Xian was taken aback, her rose-like red lips loudly asking, "Why?"

  "The poor monk is impoverished." The young monk Wò Lóng gazed at Qiān Yǔ Xiān with a childish expression and slowly said.

  Qian Yu Xian pointed her finger at the Wò Lóng monk, so angry that she stomped her foot. She never thought that the powerful Wò Lóng monk would be like this...

  The monk Wò Lóng looked at Qiān Yǔ Xiān's raised hand and smiled, mischievously winking his eyes. "Little girl, I don't have any treasures to give you, but I can escort you for the last leg of your journey."