At that moment, a weak yet still faintly cold consciousness slowly entered Su Fan's mind. It was a message from the Old Witch.
"This is the method I came up with for you. When your Yin God fuses with your physical body, it should help you escape possession by the Yin God inside you..."
Su Fan's whole body trembled. He lowered his head toward the several sheets of Talisman Paper covered in writing on the desk. The worry in his eyes was instantly replaced by deep gratitude, and the tip of his nose tingled.
He had always thought the Old Witch was sharp-tongued and cared only about herself.
He had never expected her to silently spend so much effort on his behalf, even going so far as to damage herself to find him a way out of his possession crisis.
Su Fan said nothing. He merely nodded in silence and tightened his arms once more.
It was as though he wanted to knead Wei Xiao Mo's petite figure into his own body, melting all his gratitude and heartache into that single embrace.
Neither of them spoke. They simply sat together in silence on the meditation mat in the hall, embracing as dusk deepened and night cloaked the entire courtyard, remaining there until midnight.
Only their even breathing remained in the hall. It was quiet and warm, driving away the chill of the deep night.
Suddenly, Wei Xiao Mo's body moved slightly. The hand that had been resting around Su Fan's waist slowly tightened.
She hugged him tightly, her cheek rubbing lightly against his chest, carrying a hint of laziness and dependence.
But gradually, the little hand around him began to grow restless.
Her fingertips gently stroked his back with deliberate teasing, and her voice gained a touch of coquettish softness.