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"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Is Chan'er home? I've come to see you again."
Xiang Yuan stood amid the Upper Zhou Ruins. After knocking, silver-white chains wrapped around his limbs and pulled his body downward. In the underground space within the white sphere, he found Chan'er.
Chan'er sat with her eyes closed, seemingly cultivating. Without even lifting her head, she said, "Why are you here again? Didn't you go to Southern Border?"
Seven days had passed since Xiang Yuan last came to see Chan'er. Palu had logged in and was hopelessly addicted to cultivation every day. There had been no news from Xiao He, and to ensure this journey went off without a hitch, preparations were still underway.
Such steadiness was almost on par with Steady.
Xiang Yuan himself had logged in. After seven days apart, he came to Chan'er to confirm something.
He had been struck by the demoness's "seduction art"—his mind was full of... no, that was unnecessary. It wasn't as if he were Layman Bai Yue.
He had been struck by the demoness's "seduction art," and his mind was filled with Chan'er's shadow. One day apart felt like three autumns; seven days apart felt like two and a half years. Longing made it impossible for him to settle down and cultivate, so he came to her door of his own accord, seeking to ease the pain of missing her with the sight of his beauty.
At the thought, Xiang Yuan's foolish face reddened. Like a boy in his first love, clumsy of tongue and awkward with words, he said, "I haven't seen Chan'er for several days. Thinking that cultivation is not easy for you, I came especially to bring you some blood medicine."
That's it? Isn't your little mouth usually so good at chattering away?
Joy blossomed in