You made it sound as though I should be the one taking responsibility.
For one thing, I hadn't forced her; for another, I hadn't tampered with anything.
On the contrary, as the Grand Elder of Medicine King Valley, shouldn't she have given me some compensation?
The smile faded from Jiang Lan's face as he noticed the Fortune gathering and surging within his Mud Pill Palace.
"As expected of someone blessed with great Fortune in the original story. The color of the Life Dao Fruit has deepened considerably; the second stage isn't far away..."
By the time Uncle Ying and the other guards found Jiang Lan, he and Xiao Yingyue had already returned to the spot where they had previously built the campfire.
The rampaging beast riot had also subsided, though traces of a great battle remained everywhere.
Mountains had collapsed, ancient trees had snapped, and some places were covered in blood spilled during the beasts' slaughter.
The two Great Demons that had fought here earlier had both been slain. Their enormous bodies lay nearby, heads severed from their corpses. The cuts were smooth as mirrors, frozen by a clear, secluded aura, without a single drop of blood flowing out.
The moment Jiang Lan saw this, he knew it was Li Mengning's handiwork.
On a bluestone not far away, several washed spiritual fruits had been wrapped in a clean embroidered handkerchief.
She had probably gone looking for me...
"Young Master, where is Lin Fan?"
Seeing Jiang Lan resting there completely unharmed, looking as though he had not suffered even the slightest injury or fright,
Uncle Ying and the others finally let out the breath they had been holding.
When they had followed that Butterfly Fire Moth to track Lin Fan's whereabouts, they had not initially sensed anything amiss.
It was only