Under Song Xiwei's open and honest gaze, Ao Qian suddenly felt like he had nowhere to hide.

He felt that he absolutely could not let Song Xiwei notice his terrible thought just now.

The more he tries to cover it up, the more obvious it becomes.

So when Song Xiwei praised the Medicine King's abilities again, Ao Qian coldly retorted, "Is he really that amazing?"

Song Xiwei raised her chin at him with a look of surprise, "Young Master, weren't your spiritual veins successfully repaired?"

"When you talked about the Medicine King, your eyebrows danced with excitement, he..." Aoqian knew he was being very inappropriate, but once he started talking, he couldn't stop.

Song Xiwei was baffled by the question. "Did I? It's because when I thought about how your spiritual veins were repaired, I realized that the Medicine King truly has superb medical skills! You're acting strange..."

Aoqian fell silent, using a cough to cover up his guilty conscience about being unreasonable.

Song Xiwei didn't think much of it, she just stared at Aoqian for a moment.

Previously, Aoqian had been carrying injuries and looked sickly, appearing pale and unwell.

The current Aoqian is completely different now that he has recovered.

Whether it's his aura or his complexion, he's pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at him.

Just as Song Xiwei was practically scrutinizing Ao Qian's face until it blossomed into a flower, Ao Qian blushed and asked her, "What are your plans next? I've already restored my spiritual veins..."

Aoqian didn't continue directly. He wasn't in a hurry to urge Song Xiwei to go to Chidu with him to seek revenge on Ze Lin.

After all, he now understands that the real enemy is not only Ze Lin, but also the other six realms that are eyeing him covetously.

If he were to directly attack Chidu now, dealing with Ze Lin would not be difficult. However, with other factions flocking to the scene, he himself said he was not a coward who feared death. So, how could he possibly fight Song Xiwei?

She stood firmly on her side without hesitation; her future was bright...

After hesitating for a while, Aoqian handed the problem over to Song Xiwei.

He wanted to know whether Song Xiwei would keep him occupied and let him forget his hatred, or whether she would really make long-term plans.

If it's the former, perhaps...

Aoqian's eyes held a hint of coldness. If Song Xiwei was merely using tactics to buy time so that he could forget his hatred, then he would not be polite to her.

However, Song Xiwei remained frank and open when he asked this question.

“I have thought this through carefully.” Her expression was serious and devout, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

Faced with such an open and honest gaze, Aoqian felt even more ashamed.

“Young Lord,” she grasped Aoqian’s sweaty hand and said, word by word, “Killing Zelin is as easy as turning one’s hand. But killing him would be like stirring up trouble. What I need to do is not only to reclaim the Demon Lord’s throne for you, but also to seek justice for you in the Six Realms!”

At this point, Song Xiwei gently rubbed Aoqian's hand with her fingers in a comforting gesture. "I'm not trying to appease you or drag you out to wear down your hatred. I just want to change this deadlock and make the entire Six Realms clearly understand that they shouldn't use an unverified prophecy to hastily define your life."

"So, young master, this process may be a long one, but I will walk with you. No matter how difficult it is, let's not give up, okay?"

Aoqian was completely shocked.

Song Xiwei's voice, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, soothed his already battered body and even seeped into the cracks of his soul.

He heard his soul being struck, emitting a dazzling, multicolored light.

That was his rebirth; for the first time, he felt that his life could start over.