Zhao Min was no less perceptive than Li Yan, and she soon realized where the Snow Mosquito clan had come from.
Such matters must have been among Li Yan's deepest secrets, yet he had told her every one of them.
A sudden blush rose over Zhao Min's jade-carved face, and something soft deep within her heart was touched.
She murmured an assent. Li Yan had already thought everything through very carefully.
For Li Yan to promise to contact her once every two to ten days already meant disrupting a cultivator's normal habits.
After all, a cultivator could become completely absorbed in a single cultivation session and forget the passage of time. Li Yan had taken that into account as best he could.
Beside her, however, Li Yan was still considering other matters and failed to notice anything unusual about Zhao Min.
"All right, senior sister, enter the space now. If anything comes up, we can discuss it inside."
Li Yan spoke as he pondered. Given Zhao Min's situation, it was best for her to hide as soon as possible. If anyone discovered her aura here, they would be in trouble.
By the time he looked at Zhao Min, she had already regained her composure, inclining her head upon her long, jade-white neck.
The next moment, she relaxed her body and allowed Li Yan to rest a hand on her delicate shoulder. His divine sense instantly connected with Tuban.
With his warm hand resting on her shoulder, Zhao Min felt a solid warmth spread through her entire body in an instant, despite the clothing between them.
Her body trembled slightly. Then her vision blurred, the warmth on her shoulder swiftly vanished, and she found herself at the foot of a mountain.
Lush grass carpeted the ground, dotted with wildflowers. A crystal-clear