"Alright, then we can only leave it to fate."
Wu Mengting took a deep breath, but she wasn't too disappointed. After all, Chen Tianlong was living well now; whether she was there or not, he was happy, and that was enough.
Wu Hanfeng didn't say anything further, just continued moving forward with his daughter.
The Shaolin Temple is built on a mountain, so Wu Hanfeng and his daughter were climbing uphill. For Wu Hanfeng, a master, this distance was no problem, but Wu Mengting couldn't keep up.
Her body was poisoned with demonic toxins, and shortly after walking, she became breathless and extremely uncomfortable.
"Mengting, let me carry you."
Wu Hanfeng spoke, bending over and patting his hand.
Wu Mengting hesitated at first, then smiled gently and walked over. Just like when she was a child, she lay on Wu Hanfeng's back. Despite the many hardships she'd endured, looking back, everything seemed like fleeting smoke.
