Watching Jiang Zuo leave, Chu Qing's father froze. What did he mean by that?
A kind reminder?
But he still couldn't believe it. 'How could someone like him possibly save Chu Qing?'
'If he was that capable, why would he be a Loose Cultivator?'
'He could have been a core disciple at the Celestial Spirit Nine Peaks.'
Still, he looked at Chu Qing and ultimately decided to sit and watch.
When a person is desperate, they will cling to even the faintest sliver of hope, the tiniest bit of expectation, even for things they believe are impossible.
'What if?'
'What if a miracle happens?'
Just as the sky began to brighten, Jiang Zuo started setting things up around the edge of the island.
He was meticulous with every spot, ensuring there were no issues.
After setting up for a while, his phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was a call from his auntie.
