Lian Qiao slowly walked to the front of Mu Qingge, her big eyes no longer smiling as before, but instead carrying a hint of coldness.
However, Mu Qingge still saw a deeply hidden melancholy in her eyes.
"You're leaving?" Lian Qiao spoke, her voice tinged with some coldness.
Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow. Although Lian Qiao was speaking to her, she heard something different in her words.
"They told me you won't stay long at the Alchemy Institute, is that true?" Lian Qiao pressed further.
Mu Qingge sighed, looked at her, and said, "Indeed, I won't stay here long. After this Alchemy Conference ends, I will leave."
"Then I..." Lian Qiao started to speak but then swallowed back her words.
The excitement in her eyes vanished into nothingness.
"I can't make it difficult for him." Lian Qiao suddenly said. Who the "him" referred to in her words was unknown. She looked at Mu Qingge and said coldly, "Don't die."
With that, she turned and left.
Don't die?
