The room was dim. Shafts of pure light streamed through the wooden window lattice, casting mottled patterns across the bronze pill furnace.
Pale, chilling bone flames burned away impurities and condensed the essence. Countless points of light, as though drawn by a siphon, surged toward the gradually forming pill.
Xiao Yan pushed open the door and entered. He glanced at Venerable Yao, who was still focused on refining pills, then stretched out a hand to block the doorway and looked down at the child-sized Ancient Void Dragon wiping the residual pill liquid from her lips.
"Xiao Yan, are you planning to make a move on me?"
Ziyan shook the pill bottle in her hand and grinned mischievously. "Then let's agree on this first: all the pills you refine in the future have to go to me first. But I need to go say hello to Sister Cai Lin first~"
Before Ziyan had run very far, Xiao Yan, his face dark, caught her by the head with one hand and lifted her before him.
"You little brat, stealing pills from the pill vault is one thing, but keep spouting nonsense and I'll spank you until your backside blooms!" Xiao Yan threatened viciously, raising his other hand.
Ziyan was completely fearless. She grabbed Xiao Yan's wrist for support and bit down on his palm.
"Your subordinates all call me Mistress. In this world's setting, I'm the Mistress too. You bad guy, you've had those thoughts all along! I've read Battle Through the Heavens too. We're so close, so why haven't you taken me in as well?"
I'll take in your big-headed ghost!!!
Xiao Yan felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. Before he even noticed, Battle Through the Heavens had been spread around—and this little brat just happened to