Only after Ji Hanyi's figure vanished into the darkness of the torrential rain did Ding Songyan come to his senses.
Demoness Ji just left?
She let me go?
She isn't digging a pit for me, is she?
No, that doesn't make sense either. Killing me just now would have been no different from killing a goose. She wouldn't have spared me just to set a trap...
Was she interested in the secret of my return from the dead? It didn't seem like it. I was almost ready to spill everything to save my life, but she wasn't interested in listening and simply left. And clearly, it wasn't because the authorities' Martial Grandmasters were about to catch up...
As these thoughts crowded his mind, Ding Songyan suddenly remembered something.
Last night, Ding Qingyan-or rather, Ji Hanyi-had made him swear an oath. One of its promises was that "he would not die."
"In the end, she was the one who decided whether I lived or died..." An absurd thought came to Ding Songyan unbidden. "If I hadn't sworn that oath last night, or had been perfunctory about it, would I really have died just now?"
Once that thought arose, he immediately remembered the rest of the oath.
"I won't abandon Little Sister. Wherever I go, I'll take her with me..."
The corner of Ding Songyan's mouth twitched involuntarily.
"So the reason I only said 'Little Sister' instead of her full name was Demoness Ji pulling strings behind the scenes?"
"Good grief. Is Demoness Ji going to haunt me like a ghost that refuses to leave...?"
Bean-sized raindrops kept falling, but the sky seemed to have brightened a little.
Ji Hanyi walked through the curtain of rain as though she wore an invisible straw raincoat and bamboo hat. Not a trace of