Chen Xun sat down and looked at the cakes and tea on the stone table, feeling very angry.

She likes to drink.

Who likes these things?

Long Qianxu was an inhuman thing. He didn't allow her to drink, leave, or find her relatives.

She had been trapped with him for almost three months.

If she hadn't temporarily lost her spiritual power, how could she be bound by him?

When she thought that Chen Yan had left, she was filled with anger.

If she had known last night, she would have just made a fool of him!

Chen Xun exuded a cold aura, and the maid beside him didn't dare to say anything.

Fortunately, she still has three days...

It will take three days to recover my spiritual power.

This time, no one could stop her from leaving.

…

The other side.

On the spirit boat that was sailing towards the Thousand Spirit Forest, several people were either meditating, sleeping, or trying to refine fire.

The red-haired boy frowned, looking puzzled.

Why can't he create fire?

He took out another book on martial arts and fighting skills and opened it to read.

He knew each of these characters, but why was it so difficult to understand them when put together?

He muttered to himself.

At this time, there was still a person doing nothing on the spirit boat.

The man was dressed in purple, his face was like that of a god, he was devilishly handsome, and his hair was like silver threads.

He looked at Chen Yan who was meditating and practicing not far away.

He lowered his eyes; he could feel the other person's alienation.

And at this moment, there was suddenly another person beside him.

"Brother Yao, can you make my spirit line produce flames? The kind that only burns others but not my spirit line?"