Chapter 1320: Saying goodbye to Tianlian Zhenren, Tianlian Zhenren was stunned

"Could it be that she relied on her own luck to find this place? Or did she leave some mark on you, allowing her to find this place?" Elder Xinran still doubted; she really couldn't think of any other possibility.

Qinglong Daoren spread his hands: "Elder Xinran, I didn't even exist back then; when she left Longshe Shan, I wasn't even a person yet. You know my identity—how could she have left these marks on me? We've never even met."

Elder Xinran thought about it; indeed, that's true. Qinglong Daoren's appearance wasn't that early—he is a clone of Chen Chuyang, cultivated using his own Azure Dragon Bloodline, the flesh of a Grand Duke Jupiter, and some divine abilities he comprehended; it's incredibly heaven-defying.

Back when Tianlian Zhenren left that world, Qinglong Daoren didn't even exist yet—how could she have guessed those things?

"So she really relied on herself to find this place? That's too absurd! How vast is Tianwai? Just Cangzhou—no, just our Mangshan Mountain Range—is far larger than our world. Such a huge Mangshan Mountain Range; even if I knew our location in advance, finding it wouldn't be that easy."

Along this road, amidst countless hardships, what disasters one might encounter—no one knows.

Having her search for this place within the Mangshan Mountain Range, Elder Xinran had no confidence; one must avoid countless dangers, as well as evade the pursuit of demonic beasts and humans—it's truly not easy.

Tianlian Zhenren found the doorstep; to her, it was incredibly difficult, an impossible feat—yet she accomplished it.

"Indeed, that's why I'm curious—she's found the doorstep; we can't just let her go back, can we?" Qinglong Daoren looked at Elder Xinran; we're from the same world, old acquaintances, so we naturally can't stand by idly.

If we just watch Tianlian Zhenren walk to her death, Hongchen that girl would definitely not let him off; Qinglong Daoren can't go out directly, so the only option is to have Elder Xinran go out to meet her—after all, they're old acquaintances, naturally trustworthy.

Elder Xinran gave Qinglong Daoren a white-eyed glance, speechlessly saying: "Got it, I'll go meet her."

She was utterly helpless, only able to personally go out to meet Tianlian Zhenren; though reluctant, she still went out.

Qinglong Daoren gave a faint smile: "Getting her to go out to meet him isn't easy either."

Qinglong Daoren naturally knows Elder Xinran dislikes people from the Heavenly Heart Sect; after all, she and Tianlian Zhenren are enemies, and he's often put her in awkward positions—now having her go meet Tianlian Zhenren is somewhat unfair to her.

This isn't because he fears Tianlian Zhenren won't believe or doubt himself; Qinglong Daoren can only resort to this plan.

Outside the formation.

Tianlian Zhenren waited a long time but couldn't figure out the formation; mist shrouded it, blocking her sight and spiritual sense, preventing her from seeing clearly or observing the formation clearly—this tactic was all too familiar.

Longshe Shan back then had this same layout; no matter how she looked at it, this place felt familiar.

"No way?"

A wildly crazy idea popped into Tianlian Zhenren's mind: Could this place be another Longshe Shan?

"Could it be that Chen Chuyang and the others have come to Tianwai? Is this their turf?"

Soon she shook her head; this was impossible—even if Chen Chuyang and the others came to Tianwai, they couldn't establish a foothold in demon beasts' territory, and moreover, the formation has existed for not a short time, with some demon beasts patrolling around.

Those demon beasts aren't ordinary; even if she doesn't know the ins and outs of the Mangshan Mountain Range, she's heard some rumors—the demon beasts here aren't easy to deal with, they don't trust humans, and could never become human slaves.

"What on earth am I thinking? How could this be possible?"

"All I can do is try to crack the formation, then go inside to see—what exactly is my opportunity?"

Tianlian Zhenren could only do that; she couldn't think of any other way.

She rose, preparing to walk around the formation to familiarize herself with it, then gradually comprehend how to break it.

A disturbance appeared in the mist ahead, and a figure emerged.

Tianlian Zhenren immediately gripped her sword, fixed her gaze on the figure before her, holding her breath and focusing.

The figure gradually approached; that pressure made her uncomfortable—this person before her was no ordinary individual, but rather very dangerous.

"Here you come."

The mist cleared, and that figure came to within three meters before her, revealing his true face; Tianlian Zhenren's sword was already drawn, ready to strike at any moment—but when she saw the visitor's appearance clearly, she froze, forgetting to draw her sword.

She remained frozen in place for a long time, unable to recover.

Elder Xinran was very pleased with Tianlian Zhenren's shocked expression, and said: "Long time no see, Tianlian Zhenren."

Tianlian Zhenren stared for a long time, then regained her composure and smiled: "Oh, it's you, Elder Xinran—long time no see, you seem to be doing well."

She sheathed her sword, stepped forward two paces, without doubting the person's identity—being able to call out her title in one breath, and that aura was too familiar to be fake; people in this world wouldn't know her title.

"Come with me." Elder Xinran nodded at Tianlian Zhenren, then turned.

Tianlian Zhenren followed without the slightest hesitation.

The two said nothing; after passing through the mist, amidst the heavy mist blocking the formation, some scenes inside the formation appeared before Tianlian Zhenren's eyes—familiar, very familiar—and when they entered Longshe Shan, Tianlian Zhenren gazed at the familiar sights,

Her eye sockets reddened, her eyes turned red, wanting to shed tears.

"Where is this?"

Elder Xinran turned and said: "Longshe Shan."

"Is this really Longshe Shan?" Tianlian Zhenren looked around, determined it wasn't the Longshe Shan she knew; although many things were similar, there were still considerable differences—the density of heavenly and earthly spiritual qi, the surrounding peaks, and the formation here.

Quite different—Tianlian Zhenren saw Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang, and she was stunned; she naturally knew their identities.

When she saw the Heishanyang, her pupils contracted—familiar person, familiar everything.

All the bitterness of these years surged up at once.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo." Taking a deep breath, Tianlian Zhenren relaxed from the heart.

"Come with me, someone wants to see you." Elder Xinran turned back and urged.

Tianlian Zhenren followed ahead, composed herself, and walked all the way to Qinglong Daoren's cave dwelling; there was a courtyard, and inside, Qinglong Daoren sat, brewing tea.

Tea fragrance wafted; when Tianlian Zhenren saw Qinglong Daoren, her brows furrowed, full of doubt.

Qinglong Daoren raised his head, lifted his hand in gesture: "Tianlian Zhenren, long time no see, please have a seat."

His warm attitude, that familiar smile—though his aura and appearance differed, Tianlian Zhenren felt familiarity with this person; only those who have encountered Chen Chuyang would feel that familiarity—the gaze, the smile, and that composed, fearless demeanor he gives off.

"You-you-you are..." Tianlian Zhenren exclaimed in astonishment.