"I'm worried about you, I'll go and send a telepathic message to Master."
After finishing speaking, Song Siyao picked up Li Guang from the table and turned to leave without waiting for Song Tingwan to stop him.
Busy and energetic.
Song Tingwan gave a helpless smile.
When they first came home, it was Yao who was the one who needed to be worried about.
How come it's become me who makes her uneasy?
The search for the lost item was a long and arduous journey, and it was impossible to have someone stay by her side the whole time.
She sighed and shook her head. Ah Yao had her own opportunities; what was the point of dragging on her, a Foundation Establishment stage elder sister?
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
It's that familiar name.
Song Tingwan paused for a moment, then used her divine sense to open it.
—Just received news that beyond the Six Realms, evil spirits from the Slaughtering Void Domain are searching for Yun Yin's whereabouts.
Shen Zhuochuan's voice was steady.
But it made Song Tingwan's breath catch in her throat.
She suddenly looked up, her fingertips turning white as she gripped the cup tightly.
Hasn't the fate of the Cloud Hidden Clan being wiped out already been changed?
Yunyin secretly and discreetly brought Ayao back from the City of Chaos. With her cleaning up the mess, and considering that the artifact could only be tracked once every hundred years, the Killing Void Domain lost its trail after tracing back to the City of Chaos.
Why would they target Yunyin again?
The illustrations in the book show that the evil spirits of the Killing Sky Domain followed the clues of an ancient artifact to find the traces of the legendary jade, and then followed A Yao to Yun Yin.
To seize the legendary jade, he annihilated the Yunyin clan and killed Ayao.
After the extermination of his clan, he found no heirloom jade among the remains, so he followed the trail and hunted down A Yao.
But now, the artifact hasn't even lasted another hundred years, and Ayao is far removed from the chaotic city it once was.
One was a slave in the slave camp of the Chaotic City, and the other was a disciple of the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect. The difference between them was like heaven and earth.
If Ayao had not been found, why did the Killing Void Domain suddenly start searching for Yunyin's whereabouts?
According to Ayu, the Demon Lord was playing with the old bones of the Cloud Hidden Clan.
Why.
The heavens and earth seemed eager to bestow their own opportunities upon A Yao, allowing her to escape the crisis of her clan's annihilation once, yet she still sought to follow the predetermined fate?
She was so angry that she almost fainted.
Does fate not want Ah Yao to be happy?
Song Tingwan gritted her teeth and sent a telepathic message to her father.
—Father, have the clan chief issue an order that every member of the Cloud Hidden Clan must return to participate in the clan festival.
Regardless of the hardships ahead, and the fact that two ruthless forces covet Yunyin, everyone has the right to know.
They cannot face danger in a state of ignorance.
After sending the message, Song Tingwan remembered Shen Zhuochuan.
Her eyes softened slightly as she sent him a thank you message.
After a moment of silence, the other party sent a joking message.
—I heard that a demon king has died in the demon realm?
Song Tingwan pouted.
He found out as soon as they left.
—Could it be that you think it has something to do with me, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?
The next instant, the Mirror of Spiritual Vision rang.
It's obvious that it's Chen Zhuochuan, those three lit-up characters.
Song Tingwan looked at the flashing name in surprise; it was the first time he had used the Spirit Vision Mirror with her.
There is no reason to refuse.
With a slight movement of her consciousness, a light screen appeared before her eyes.
Song Tingwan looked up and met the gaze of the person leaning against the tall building on the screen.
Looking around, one could see countless luxurious buildings behind him.
Shen Zhuochuan raised his wine cup, held it high, and chuckled, "What little alchemist? Fairy, are you referring to a little alchemist who can refine eighth-grade pills?"
The emphasis falls on the small syllable.
This made her smile.
"You're incredibly well-informed."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhuochuan sighed helplessly and leisurely poured himself a drink.
"At least I'm at the top of the Cloud Palace."
Song Tingwan smiled and picked up the teapot to pour tea.
"Thank you for the message just now."
The man didn't seem to care and gave a casual smile.
Then, looking up seriously, he asked, "Are you injured?"
Her body can withstand a few beatings.
This was completely different from the playful banter he had just made.
Under the intense gaze, Song Tingwan smiled and said, "You said it yourself, I am an eighth-grade alchemist."
Even if you get injured, you'll be fine.
"So, you're injured." Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow confidently.
She opened her mouth but didn't speak, only looking at him with a smile.
Gentle and demure.
Beneath the surface, he also has a stubborn temper.
Shen Zhuochuan sighed helplessly, "What happened to all those magical artifacts? None of them are usable?"
Her cultivation level was low, and it was difficult to find a spiritual weapon that she could use even at the top of the Cloud Palace. It took him a long time to collect the large box that was given to him at that time.
"...The two demon kings launched a surprise attack without warning." Song Tingwan looked up innocently.
He nodded.
The defensive artifacts provided are still not comprehensive enough.
"I only realized you used a gun when I saw your little black dog holding one."
Suddenly remembering this, Song Tingwan looked at him curiously.
The man chuckled, his palms facing upwards.
A long spear wrapped in black and gold materialized in his hand.
Sharp and dazzling, with an extraordinary presence.
"My weapon, the Radiant Sundial."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan understood.
Then, she flipped her wrist, and her sleeve slipped down, revealing her fair and slender wrist.
A white silk ribbon with a faint shimmering light was wrapped around her wrist.
With a smile in her eyes, she proudly raised her wrist: "My weapon, the Moonlit Thousand Silk Silk."
Finally, he didn't forget to add a sentence.
"It's a divine artifact."
Shen Zhuochuan suppressed a laugh, stood against the wind, and twirled his spear in hand.
"Mine too."
The two looked at each other proudly and then burst into laughter.
Song Tingwan's upturned lips curved into an uncontrollable smile, and the Moonlight Silk Silk, following its owner's mood, floated gracefully without wind.
"I've learned a new set of marksmanship. Could the knowledgeable fairy take a look at it for me?"
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