Xie Jingxin came without a shadow and left without a trace. After declaring that she was stronger, she flew away.
Considering that the Black-Robed Demon King and the First God Cult Master might both return to kill him, Zhang Yuan lingered no longer. He turned back toward the Wei Residence, planning to rest there for the night.
Early the next morning, the sky remained lightless.
Zhang Yuan woke in the Wei Residence. Beneath the covers, Wei Liu wore loose, pale pink sleepwear and lay curled in his arms, a faint smile on her lips. She seemed to be having a pleasant dream.
Zhang Yuan did not wake her. His gaze settled on her shoulder, and his brow creased slightly.
The curse from the [Ninefold Calamity-Dispelling Palace] remained, and its effects would grow increasingly severe over time. The purple fuzz that grew every day, eating away at her vitality, was proof of that.
Wei Liu had said she could live for another twenty-odd years, but that was an optimistic estimate.
Living another twenty-odd years was possible, provided she stopped using the power of the [Ninefold Calamity-Dispelling Palace]. Yet she lived in the Crimson Firmament Roselight Realm, where demons and evil ghosts roamed everywhere, and cultivated the Cavern-Peering Lamp-Kindling Path. How could she possibly avoid using the Demon King Palace's power?
With some restraint, living another twelve or thirteen years would be no problem. But if she showed no restraint and repeatedly unleashed killing moves, the erosion from the Demon King Palace's power would grow worse and worse. Never mind twenty-odd years-even surviving five would be a stretch.
Still, Wei Liu was Wei Kan's only daughter, backed by the Wei Household, the Human Race's strongest faction. With Wei Kan, an Eighth Turn cultivator, protecting her, she rarely had to fight for