The next moment, Lin Qian turned his head and flew back in the original direction.
The imperial carriage had already stopped at the entrance of the building complex; the bonfire was lit, and everyone was seated around it, with the firelight reflecting red on their faces.
Only Zhao Long remained standing, straight behind Ye Xin, vigilantly observing the surroundings to prevent any accidents that might threaten the Empress.
No matter how much Ye Xin persuaded him, Zhao Long was still stubbornly doing so.
Suddenly, a streak of vermilion lightning crossed the distant sky and fell toward them.
Bang!
The vermilion lightning struck the ground, and the gold light dissipated, revealing Lin Qian's figure.
Seeing Lin Qian's return, everyone stood up, especially the two Blood Spirit Valley disciples in crimson robes, who stepped forward to express their gratitude.
