"An Lan!"
An urgent shout cut through the woods. The Silver-Haired Girl streaked forward like lightning, reaching An Lan in the blink of an eye. Her slender hand firmly grasped his arm.
"Are you all right? Does anything hurt?"
An Lan shook his head gently. "I'm fine..."
"Luan-ling—!"
The clear chime of the Luan Bell continued to echo in his Sea of Consciousness, its lingering notes unbroken.
Although An Lan had known all along that Little Scumbag couldn't do anything to him, he still felt thoroughly annoyed at having been cursed. A pent-up frustration simmered inside him.
Still, by a twist of fate, the drop of blood essence in his Sea of Consciousness had changed. That was an unexpected windfall.
All this time, the drop of blood essence had remained utterly still in his Sea of Consciousness. But that low moo had instantly brought a name to mind—Golden-Backed Python Ox!
An Lan drew a deep breath, his gaze darkening.
Once he left the Spirit Ascension Platform, he would have to study the drop of blood essence carefully and see if he could deal with Little Scumbag.
Until he let off this steam, the grievance would never sit right with him!
Nearby, Yuanen Yehui's slender fingers swiftly and carefully checked An Lan over. Only after confirming that he was fine did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Now, Yuanen Yehui had a harmonious family, loving parents, and a happy, stable life.
Yuanen Tiandang and his wife hadn't hidden anything from her, telling her everything about the risks posed by the Fallen Angel Martial Soul.
She knew full well that An Lan's two masters had saved the lives of all three members of her family.
Four years earlier, the moment Yuanen Yehui learned the truth, her gratitude toward Leng Qingning and Le