Ghost Moon Ran

Nine days later, Yunhai Cliff.

In the dead of night, a Standing Mirror silently opened outside the small courtyard of Yunhai Dwelling.

"Tap, tap."

The Black Fire Divine Steed stepped through blazing flames and slowly emerged.

Lu Ran looked awful. After dismounting, even his figure swayed unsteadily.

"Go back and rest." With one hand supporting his forehead, Lu Ran walked toward the house looking heartsick.

Luo and Yan, the two generals, knew the Sect Leader's condition and did not disturb him. They handed more than two hundred exquisite fox pelts to the Shadow Guard Team, then instructed Wu Huan to lead the Black Fire Colt to the stables before leaving.

It had been a full nine days. How could the number of Ghost Moon Fox Clan members the team had hunted be merely two hundred?

The team had simply picked and chosen carefully, bringing back only exceptionally intact fox pelts.

It had to be said that the Ghost Moon Fox Clan was truly difficult to find—and truly difficult to chase down once found.

They could foresee fortune and calamity, and they were born swift and nimble! Had it been any other clan, once Lu Ran raised the stone sculpture to Sea Realm, Third Stage, would it have taken nine days?

Inside the bedroom.

Lu Ran had only just rounded the screen when his entire body froze.

His head continued to buzz. It had not been particularly sharp to begin with, and now, upon seeing two people asleep on the bed, he was utterly dumbfounded.

Why were there two people on the bed?

Was that right?

Mm. Very right! Of course there should be two people on the bed.

One was Jiang Xianzi, and the other was me—wait?

Lu Ran blinked hard and examined them closely, only then realizing that the