Because she trusted her companions, Ziyi lay down inside the Blood Cloud Coffin, casually allowing its runes to invade and control her body. The process went smoothly, and Wang Yan had also entered the coffin, controlling the operation of the entire Blood Cloud Coffin.
Eight chains flew out of the coffin and quickly sank into the slots. Soon, immortal energy was rapidly drawn up through the chains, and I grew excited. Clearly, this was feasible.
Back then, Master, Uncle-Nanhai, and Granny Sun had all known to avoid suspicion and refrained from absorbing the immortal energy. Yet I had turned the sinkhole in Tianyi City into a terrifying nine-tier immortal-energy factory. How could that not arouse others' covetousness? I was still too young. From now on, if I didn't personally put something through a stress test, I could no longer act so recklessly.
Xijun sat there cross-legged without moving. Her lovely eyes were closed, yet just looking at her was enough to make anyone fall for her. She had grown prettier, and her melon-seed-shaped face had become perfectly proportioned. Any fuller, and it would have crossed into an oval.
I walked over. She was still angry because I had previously made her pick up Song Wanyi's ghost-immortal coffin, but I could understand her feelings for the two animals. She was a demon, and toward the Black-Furred Hou and the Unlucky Bear, who were animals just like her, she held a special sense of kinship.
"Xijun, to your brother, you're important. So are Little Black and Brother Bear. Whether or not they've taken human form, they're all equal in my eyes. Wanyi in Yanyan's eyes, Jiang Han, Little Meow—they're all equally important too. So don't be angry with your brother anymore, all right?" I sat beside her and began speaking heart-to-heart, just