Her voice was gentle, yet it conveyed a firm promise.
A wisp of ghostly energy emanated from the dark purple mark, gathering on her hand to form the words "Thank you."
Song Tingwan showed it to them with delight.
"He used to be illiterate."
They can only speak and listen; they understand but cannot write or recognize characters.
The old father slowly said, "This is a good thing, it means he is getting closer and closer to regaining his memory. But when he regains his memory, you will no longer have the protection of the Great Ascension stage. Are you still happy for him?"
With only a Foundation Establishment cultivation level, I now have the confidence to be fearless thanks to the Mahayana Ghost Cultivator.
If even Zero leaves, what will she do?
Song Tingwan sighed, but her eyes held a faint smile.
"That was the agreement we made, but in my heart I never considered him a servant. If he regains his memories, I will only be happy for him. As for myself—"
"We still have some cards to play."
There's no reason to be so selfish as to keep him by my side.
If she did that, how would she be any different from the evil spirit who refined Zero into a ghost cultivator?
Moreover, she also has a stack of spirit jade tablets containing Mahayana stage techniques, countless high-level life-saving spiritual artifacts, and some high-grade life-saving pills.
There's also a box full of teleportation scrolls.
Even without Zero, he shouldn't die so easily.
As long as you don't encounter a Tribulation Transcending expert.
But she wasn't that stupid.
If Zero weren't around, she would run away immediately if she sensed something was wrong; it's a pity she died.
"It really is my Ah Wan." Song Chaoxuan was gratified, yet also felt heartache.
If Awan had considered her own needs more, she wouldn't have sacrificed the divine elixir to save the world and her relatives.
"Alright, it's getting light, I should go to the clan chief's place."
"The clan priest needs to change into a new set of clothes. I have already prepared them for you in advance. Go and change quickly."
The group was waved away by Song Chaoxuan and sent back to their room.
Just as Song Tingwan sat down and Xiao Ao jumped down to play, the Spirit Vision Mirror rang.
Looking at the three words flashing above.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
One of the baby dragons was a real sieve.
However, Song Tingwan still followed her heart and opened the Spirit Vision Mirror.
"How are you."
This time, the angle of the psychic mirror was exceptionally tricky, looking up at his chin and the sky with flowing golden clouds.
Besides his voice, there was a constant clattering sound of weapons colliding over there.
Seeing Shen Zhuochuan's concerned expression, Song Tingwan listened carefully and asked, "Are you... fighting over there?"
"Your Excellency! The two sides are fighting like this; ordinary Mahayana cultivators can't stop them! Let me go—"
"Go if you want, stop talking nonsense."
Shen Zhuochuan glanced to his side with a cold voice, then looked down at her with a gentle smile.
The man replied to her casually, "I can't hide it from you."
"Aren't you focused on the fight?"
After a long period of feeling bored and dazed, Song Tingwan looked at him, who was on the battlefield but didn't seem to care about it at all, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
"It's nothing, just trying to break up a fight."
As he spoke, perhaps noticing her curiosity, he adjusted the angle of the spiritual vision mirror and turned it around to look at her.
A dragon darted about in the sky, its terrifying sword intent and zither music from the Mahayana stage clashing on both sides, sending countless people trying to break up the fight flying. Only the dragon was left overturned and flew back up.
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, how about one jar of wine each?"
"Shut up!"
"I reserved that jar of wine first! What right do you have to take it from me!"
"Hehe, whoever pays first gets to buy it!"
They roared, argued, and cursed incessantly, while a large group of Mahayana cultivators watched the spectacle, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.
Song Tingwan chuckled, "Is your daily life at the Cloud Palace Peak always this interesting?"
Seeing her smile, the man's expression relaxed, and he turned the spiritual vision mirror toward the side where the argument was taking place.
A smiling voice came from behind the mirror.
"You find it interesting?"
"Then in a while, I'll pick you up and let you see for yourself, how about that?"
"By the way, take a look at my new marksmanship that I've been practicing for a long time."
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