"Right, Jun Moyan, what were you talking about with your father just now?"
"Nothing much. I can probably confirm that the tattoo that appeared on my body was the doing of the Blood Crow. It shouldn’t have anything to do with my birth."
"So your father doesn’t know about this tattoo?"
"Mm."
As they talked, they arrived at Jun Moyan’s residence where Qing Yi was waiting.
Once the three of them got into the car, Qing Yi started the engine, turned the car around, and drove away from the Jun Family residence.
"What’s the deal with that woman surnad Ji?" Jun Moyan asked.
"I’m sorry, Third Young Master. It seems like the eldest young master of Jun knew that we would take action against Ji Hongyan, so he assigned a lot of bodyguards to protect her closely. I’ve looked for several opportunities but couldn’t make a move. They are determined to place Ji Hongyan by your side."
Jun Moyan didn’t respond.
Deep into the night—
In that dimly lit secret room, a mass of black mist appeared, condensing into a humanoid shape.
Ye Yin quietly watched the man who was sitting on the ice bed, focusing on crafting sothing. She did not speak to disturb him, just quietly waited...
Half an hour later, the man stopped, put the few red dicine pills he had crafted into a small porcelain bottle.
Seeing that the man was still staring at the small porcelain bottle with a strange expression on his face, Ye Yin asked curiously,
"Master, what is this?"
Regaining his senses, the man held the small porcelain bottle in his hand but did not answer the question. Instead, he asked,
"How did things go?"
Ye Yin spread her palm, and a red umbrella-shaped magic artifact appeared in her hand.
After returning the Soul Gathering Umbrella to the man, Ye Yin said, "There was no trace of the madam’s soul fragnt in the Netherworld. Either it has dissipated, or it’s still drifting sowhere else. But the world is so vast, finding it is indeed difficult."
Hearing this, the man looked down silently.
His hand slowly clenched into a fist, his expression mournful.
He looked at his wrist, which he had cut to draw blood for crafting the dicine, and muttered softly, "Yingying..."
"Master, don’t be sad. The madam belongs to you, and no one can take her away."
"If soone takes her away, I can get her back. But if she wants to be with soone else, how am I supposed to take her back?"
Why would the Cat Clan Princess be Yingying? Out of so many demons, so many people, immortals, devils, why did it have to be her?
A thousand years ago, his love with Yingying faced opposition from all sides. They killed Yingying...
And now, a thousand years later, they still refuse to let them go.
Once again, they parted them in another way.
Was it so difficult just to be with the one he loved?
Immortals and demons cannot fall in love.
But what about demons and demons?
He looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand holding the dicine pills, slightly lost in thought.
Yingying, if you also beco a demon, if we follow the sa path, would no one be able to stop us?
If we’re together, would it be just and proper?
"Master, you must believe in the madam’s feelings for you. She won’t be with that man."
"...I believe her."
He believed her. As long as she was still Yingying, he had a thousand and one reasons to believe her.
"Master, I have sothing to report."
"Speak."
"When I went to the Netherworld this ti, although I didn’t find the madam’s soul fragnt, I saw a soul fragnt of Gu Yao."
"Gu Yao?"
"Yes, Gu Sheng’s sister."
"She died?"
"No, she’s still alive. I asked the Judge in the Netherworld and found out that Gu Sheng had been to the Netherworld three years ago."
"Gu Sheng went to the Netherworld?" The man furrowed his eyebrows, feeling puzzled and surprised.
"Three years ago, Gu Yao committed suicide and died once. Her soul made it to the Netherworld, and it was Gu Sheng who went there to retrieve her soul, only her soul wasn’t completely recovered."
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