Ophelia's Ownership

Jielong Seventh Academy, Huangchen Hall.

After returning from outside, Fang Li went straight to the audience chamber.

Behind him followed Ophelia, who kept her head lowered and remained silent.

"..."

At night, Huangchen Hall seemed as though it had been swallowed by darkness, devoid of any sign of living people.

At a time like this, even someone with exceptional eyesight would find themselves unable to see their hand in front of their face upon arriving here.

At least, that was the case for Ophelia. She could not help reaching out and lightly tugging at the corner of Fang Li's clothes so she could follow behind him without getting lost.

Yet Fang Li's steps did not slow in the slightest as he walked straight inside.

"Thump, thump..."

The sound of a heartbeat rang out clearly.

This time, however, it was not because of poisoning. It was the power of the True Ancestor slumbering within Fang Li's body becoming active.

Under such circumstances, the darkness around him seemed utterly incapable of affecting Fang Li. As though standing in broad daylight, he saw the entire audience chamber with exceptional clarity.

In the depths of the hall, which held not a trace of living breath, a young girl sat upon a broad chair.

It was Fan Xinglu.

Fang Li stopped and raised his head to look up.

Just in time, he met Fan Xinglu's gaze, which seemed to be anticipating something interesting.

She looked as though she had expected Fang Li to come here and had been waiting for him in advance. Supporting her cheek with one hand, she looked down at Fang Li below with a meaningful expression on her face.

"You two seemed to have had quite a bit of fun. It even made this old woman's hands itch."

Fan Xinglu's words