"His Excellency is really not a bad person. He taught me cultivation and even sent people to protect me. When there was internal strife in the capital, it was His Excellency who sent people to save my father and mother and gave them money so they could return home in comfort. Also, he took in my sister. I heard that the Ninth Prince and the Ninth Princess originally wanted to kill my sister. His Excellency risked offending the Ninth Prince to save my sister..." Song Huilan suddenly covered her mouth as she said this.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that the Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess seemed to be the child's brother-in-law and sister.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak ill of the Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess. I was born into an official family, and although I don't know much about the infighting within the official family, I can still understand it. I believe that the Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess are not bad people; they were just forced by circumstances," Song Huilan said hesitantly.

Ji Fengxiao rolled his eyes as he listened:

My God, how stupid does someone have to be to see everyone as a good person?

Even if someone wants to kill her or her family, she can always find reasons to justify it!

As if searching for something to bolster her confidence, Song Huilan took out a magic crystal from her bosom and held it tightly in her hand.

They all say it's good stuff.

Even her older sister, Song Huiru, wanted to snatch it from her hands as soon as she saw it.

Although the Venerable One gave her less than he gave her sister, she was still satisfied, since she was never as clever and likable as her sister.

Ji Fengxiao sensed the pure demonic energy emanating from the magic crystal and subconsciously moved away. He glanced at Song Huilan's innocent and beautiful face again with his big eyes, and said with a cold and reserved expression, "If I were you, I would throw this thing as far away as possible."

"This is a good thing. It can improve your cultivation. If you don't believe me, try it." Song Huilan clutched the magic crystal tightly, clearly reluctant, but still firmly stretched her hand out to Ji Fengxiao.

Ji Fengxiao felt a chilling, bone-piercing demonic aura rush towards him. He quickly got up and jumped back a few steps, angrily saying, "How can you be so ungrateful? You're using this thing to harm me instead. Anyway, I've only said good things to you. If you don't believe me, fine. I won't say it again."

After saying that, Ji Fengxiao turned around and went back to the room that Song Huilan had prepared for him, and closed the door.

Song Huilan innocently pursed her lips, looked at the magic crystal in her hand, and carefully put it back into her bosom.

This side.

Shang Beiyu led the young female bandit to his lodgings at the ancient temple, a room decorated in an extremely elegant style.

Fearing the young female bandit might be nervous, he didn't even go into the inner room, but simply sat down on the soft couch in the outer room.

"Senior, how do you intend to guide me into a dream, and how do you plan to awaken my erased memories? These are matters of great importance, and I must ask clearly," Ji Fengyao asked cautiously, glancing at the communication talisman in her storage ring to confirm that Ji Fengxiao was nearby.

However, the light from the communication talisman wasn't very bright, indicating that the jade talisman wasn't on Ji Fengxiao, but it wasn't too far away from him either.

"The Soul-Guiding Incense of the Demon Realm can guide a person's soul to reverse time and relive the past. Memories can be deleted, but time cannot be changed. As long as it has happened in the past, it can be replayed in your consciousness and memory under the guidance of the Soul-Guiding Incense."

As he spoke, Shang Beiyu flipped his hand and took out a black box from his storage ring, then handed the box to the little bandit girl: "If you are not at ease, you can check it first. You are an alchemist, and you will make a decision after you have seen it."

The box feels slightly heavy in hand.

The dark-attribute material instinctively displeased Ji Fengyao, who was a spiritual cultivator.

Upon opening the box, a long, black incense stick, about the thickness of a chopstick, lay inside.