Half a month later.
After leaving the Ancient Realm, Hun Ruoruo and the others finally enjoyed a rather peaceful stretch of time.
Because the Heavenly Tomb had been taken, the severely weakened Elder Council was too busy looking after itself to dare cause trouble for the Soul Clan at such a time.
Without the Ancient Clan's support, the Yao Clan, which had once shouted the loudest, also reined in its usual arrogant swagger. They did not even pursue the deaths of Yao Xing Ji and the others, nor the loss of the Nine Nether Wind Flame. It was as though they were waiting for some opportunity, retreating into their clan and vanishing without a trace.
As a result, the looming sense of crisis gradually eased instead.
Naturally, Hun Ruoruo had no interest in such underhanded little schemes. She casually tossed all the work to Hun Yu, Mo Yu, and the others, then began enjoying this rare peace and quiet.
"Master, I'm heading out!"
Pushing open the wooden gate of the little courtyard, a lively figure skipped out lightly and waved her small hand prettily toward the inside.
Hearing this, Old Man Yao stepped out of the house. His gaze swept over the wooden box in the girl's hand, and he immediately revealed a speechless expression. With a helpless laugh, he said, "Going to see that brat again?"
"Hehe~"
Hun Ruoruo stuck out her tongue without denying it. Clenching her little fist, she said, "He's Ruoruo's own Senior Brother. Everyone else has wives and daughters checking in on them, so Senior Brother can't be left behind either."
Old Man Yao shook his head. "That brat hasn't recovered from his injuries. He can barely even use much Dou Qi. I truly don't understand what good it does to send him to that