Liu Yun watched Yang Xiaolong's departing figure, the anger in his heart gradually subsiding and turning into helplessness and a bitter smile. He lowered his head to look at Xueni in his arms. Her tightly shut eyes trembled slightly, and her snow-white arm unconsciously rested on Liu Yun's shoulder. Like a child seeking shelter, she clung tightly to him. Under the lights, her skin appeared even more crystal-clear, every inch of her arm seeming to speak of endless tenderness and dependence.
"Xueni, Xueni, are you awake? We agreed that until Little Red is revived, you have to stay with me as repayment for your debt." Liu Yun called softly, his voice filled with gentleness and concern.
Xueni's eyelashes fluttered gently as she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was somewhat dazed at first, but it quickly focused on Liu Yun's face. When she realized she was nestled in Liu Yun's arms, a shy blush spread across her face.
"Liu Yun... I... what happened to me? Never mind, let's continue!"
She immediately exerted force with her arms and pulled Liu Yun down. Clearly, as long as it was Liu Yun, that was enough. There was no need to think so much about what came next.
At that moment, deep within the darkness, a figure hid behind an invisible curtain. Its presence seemed to merge with the surrounding shadows, elusive yet filled with authority. The voice coming from this figure sounded neither male nor female, carrying an otherworldly emptiness and depth. Its murmurs revealed intense interest and confusion toward the scene before it.
"How interesting. This Liu Yun can actually wield the power of an immortal so easily. And that Crystal Ball in his hand, glowing faintly... even I cannot glimpse even a fraction of the mysteries hidden within it." The unfathomable