Departure

"All right."

When Lan Fuzi opened her eyes again, her clear gaze was as calm as the deep sea. The Soul Power fluctuations around her had not fully returned to their peak, yet they had regained their former sharpness.

She circulated the Soul Power within her body, feeling that her cultivation had recovered by seventy or eighty percent. Only her Sea of Consciousness still retained a faint, weak tremor, as though recounting the danger of her earlier poisoning and coma.

Her gaze fell on Nan Fusheng, who was sitting cross-legged not far away, and a complicated light flickered in her eyes. To her, this man was both her lifesaver and the one who had humiliated her.

He had elbowed her, seen her naked, slapped her, and trampled her dignity beneath his feet, forcing her to lower her head. Every single incident was like a thorn piercing her heart.

Unless she gave this "bastard" a vicious lesson, she truly could not swallow this resentment.

Impulse and reason clashed fiercely within her. Lan Fuzi clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white as she continuously weighed the pros and cons.

Nan Fusheng had indeed humiliated her terribly, but she could not deny that without his rescue, she would have long since died from the Nightmare Man-Eating Flower's poison.

The debt of saving her life was ultimately a heavy one. After much thought, she slowly loosened her fists and forcibly suppressed the thought of repaying kindness with enmity.

As though sensing something, Nan Fusheng rose smoothly to his feet and said calmly, "Since you've recovered, we'll part ways here." Before his words had even faded, he strode away with the Golden Lion Mastiff.

Helping Lan Fuzi earlier had been purely for amusement. Now that she had recovered, he naturally had to continue his