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Qiao Ranran clicked her tongue too and looked him up and down. "Dirty work? Hard work?"

Yan Qingsui's expression changed. Even with his hands on his hips, his imposing air weakened. He took the herb hoe Qiao Ranran tossed him, and his whole day went downhill.

Qiao Ranran smiled. "You have a Jade Box on you, right?"

Yan Qingsui looked up at the blue sky. "I think so... probably."

Though Qiao Ranran said that, coming all this way to meet Yan Qingsui meant she accepted him as a companion and valued what he could do. She was only making conversation to ease their earlier awkwardness—and the tension of having her paw held as though someone had seized her by the throat.

Compared with the Pei Ling who suddenly radiated killing intent, the Pei Ling before her now seemed even more frightening.

After joining Yan Qingsui, their destination was, of course, the Central Spirit Hall in the Yao Mountain Secret Realm.

The Central Spirit Hall had no set opening time. While the Yao Mountain Secret Realm remained open, anyone who reached its doors could go straight in to seek their opportunities. There was only one catch: anyone still inside the Central Spirit Hall when the Secret Realm closed would not be transported out automatically. Instead, the hall would fall dormant once the Secret Realm closed completely, ejecting anyone left inside just before it did. By then, the daylilies would have gone cold.

That was why people said the Central Spirit Hall was easy to enter and hard to leave. Many Cultivators perished inside without ever getting the chance to come out. Others emerged a step too late and had to wait in the Secret Realm until it opened again.

Yet in all these years, no one had ever encountered anyone left