"We need to find the center of the map before the real monsters show up."
Zechuan grumbled, his ears still burning red, obediently hoisting the massive iron pan onto his shoulder and trudging after her.
As they walked deeper into the labyrinth, leaving the shattered spider behind, Lin Ji'an felt a renewed sense of purpose.
The dream of Earth was gone.
She missed the bakery.
She missed the simple life.
But as she looked at the clueless, overpowered, snot-bubbling abyssal prince walking behind her, and thought of the fiercely devoted, silver-haired immortal currently tearing the realm apart to find her... she realized that perhaps the chaotic, lethal, ridiculous reality she had transmigrated into wasn't so bad after all.
"Hey, Shen Zechuan," Ji'an called over her shoulder, a fond smile touching her lips. "When we clear this section... I'll make you some fried rice."
