His figure was aloof, his bearing free and easy.
Neither delighted by external things nor saddened by his own circumstances, he tried his best to maintain his pride.
But their movements just now had been rather too intense, leaving him looking as though he were limping.
It was rather awkward.
"..."
Holding the porcelain bottle, Fang Yang watched Guan Qinghan's retreating figure, increasingly unable to understand what this Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect was thinking.
She had come to his door of her own accord, attended to him, and even given him pills before leaving.
Yet she looked as though she had struck an incredible bargain.
He couldn't understand it. He really couldn't!
Still...
He had to admit that tonight, Guan Qinghan's overbearing, clumsy manner had indeed broken into the depths of his heart, quietly leaving a mark.
Could it be...
That this, too, was part of her calculations?
He pondered for a moment, then laughed despite himself. His Divine Sense automatically swept across his surroundings, searching for anything unusual.
In fact, this ability was something he had gained only after breaking through and lighting his Life Lamp.
Ghosts had Soul Lamps, and humans had Life Lamps!
A Fierce Ghost's Soul Lamp was exceedingly strange, with all its abilities contained within it.
Although he had only just lit his Life Lamp and did not understand it very deeply, he could still sense that his Life Lamp was extraordinary, possessing many wondrous functions.
Moonlight flowed like water. The Female Emperor's entire estate lay within the reach of his Divine Sense; not even an ant could escape it.
Thus, he easily detected that the Princess Consort seemed to be stabbing a little doll, looking bitterly resentful and muttering as she stabbed, while Little Maid was mending clothes, her youthful face