Mingyuan's eyes were actually very beautiful, deep and clear. Rarer still, they bore no trace of weathering or hardship, as carefree as the man himself.
Honghong carried them to Butterfly Spring. Ning Xiang leaned against Mingyuan's shoulder as she listened to him recount what he had experienced during their time apart.
When Ning Xiang had offered herself as a sacrifice, Mingyuan had thought exchanging his own life for hers would be worth it. He had never expected to survive, yet when he opened his eyes, he was lying at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.
He could not move or see anything, but his mind grew clearer and clearer.
For three months, every moment he had shared with Ning Xiang had surfaced in his mind, day and night.
Those memories were sweet to recall, yet cruel all the same.
He did not know whether he would ever have another chance to see Ning Xiang. Perhaps he would be content if, before dying, he could simply hear that she was safe.
Just as Mingyuan felt his life force peeling away little by little and waited for death, he suddenly sensed light, abundant spiritual power rising around him, seeping into his body bit by bit.
At first, he could only move his fingers. Then he could lift one hand. Eventually, he could stand, and all his demonic power returned to him.
No, not demonic power. To be precise, it was divine power.
The divine artifact Kongtong belonged to Yinghuo.
Yinghuo = Ning Xiang.
He = the divine artifact Kongtong.
Therefore, the conclusion was that he belonged to Ning Xiang too.
Mingyuan was so happy he was practically bubbling over with pink bubbles.
Ning Xiang wanted to ask why he had lied and said the Life-Share Gu had been removed when