"Should I contact them?"
Xueheng looked toward a certain corner of the room.
There was nothing in that corner, but only Xueheng knew that the Soul-Devouring Butterfly Gu was there.
If he wanted to contact that person, perhaps he could do it through this Soul-Devouring Butterfly Gu.
He had learned quite a few secrets from that person in black this time. That mysterious person should be someone left behind by the Xue Clan. Although he did not know how they had escaped the Zhang Family's pursuit, they should be very powerful.
Could the Xue Clan have left another card up its sleeve?
Just as Xueheng was lost in thought, a sudden knock came at the door.
"Brother, it's Yan'er."
At the voice outside, disgust and impatience flashed through Xueheng's eyes. Soon, those emotions vanished entirely, replaced by a gentle smile.
He rose and opened the door, looking tenderly at Zhang Xueyan outside, just like a brother who doted on his younger sister.
"What brings you here, Yan'er?"
With an air of mystery, Zhang Xueyan entered the room, then closed the door and whispered, "Brother, what do you think about the pure spirit mother qi pool that person in black mentioned today?"
At Zhang Xueyan's words, Xueheng could not help widening his eyes. "Don't tell me you're thinking of..." he said in shock.
Zhang Xueyan nodded, her gaze resolute and somewhat entitled. "Brother, those things belonged to us in the first place. Besides, my spiritual root is so poor. Without the pure spirit mother qi pool, I'm afraid I'll never break through to Qi Refining in my entire life. Could you really bear to watch me grow old, fall ill, and die?"
As she spoke, Zhang Xueyan looked at Xueheng with tear-filled eyes. This was her usual trick.
Yes, I could.