The Weird Residential Space

In this brutal world he had found himself in, Tan Jingfan had never even dreamt of receiving such kindness.

It was an almost foreign concept, a fleeting luxury in the harsh reality he had always known.

Yet now, as he basked in the warmth of Xiao Ming's selfless goodwill, he felt an unfamiliar sensation spread through his chest—a deep, unshakable gratitude.

His heart softened, his usually guarded expression easing as he absorbed the rare moment of humanity.

Without further hesitation, the treatment process commenced in full. With the necessary resources readily available at his beck and call, there was no reason for delay.

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Several hours later...

A streak of white tore through the Outer Sect's outskirts, moving at an incomprehensible speed.

The blurred figure, graceful yet ferocious, was none other than Xue Mao—the immaculate, snow-white feline whose pristine fur glistened under the afternoon sun.