Departure

"All right."

When Lan Fozi opened her eyes again, her clear gaze was as calm as the deep sea. Though the Soul Power fluctuations around her had not fully returned to their peak, they had regained their former sharpness.

She circulated the Soul Power within her body and sensed that her cultivation had recovered seven or eight tenths. Only her Spirit Sea still retained a faint tremor of weakness, as though recounting the danger of her earlier poisoning and coma.

Her gaze fell on Nan Fusheng, who was sitting cross-legged not far away, and a complicated light flickered in her eyes. To her, this man was her lifesaver—but also the one who had humiliated her.

He had elbowed her, seen her naked, slapped her, and trampled her dignity beneath his feet, forcing her to bow her head. Every single thing was like a thorn lodged in her heart.

Unless she taught that "bastard" a harsh lesson, she simply could not swallow this resentment.

Impulse and reason clashed fiercely within her. Lan Fozi clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles whitening with force as she continually weighed the pros and cons.

Nan Fusheng had indeed humiliated her terribly, but she could not deny that without his intervention, she would have long since died from the Nightmare Man-Eating Flower's deadly poison.

A life-saving debt was, after all, no light matter. After thinking it over repeatedly, she slowly unclenched her fists and forcibly suppressed the thought of repaying kindness with enmity.

As though sensing something, Nan Fusheng rose briskly to his feet and said calmly, "Since you've recovered, we'll part ways here." Before his words had even faded, he strode away with the Golden Lion Mastiff.

He had helped Lan Fozi purely because it seemed entertaining. Now that she had recovered, he naturally needed