"Lu Xingze, are you okay? Do you have a fever?" Lu Xingyan asked in surprise, even putting the back of her hand to his forehead, which was so hot that she quickly withdrew her hand.
"No way, you're a cultivator and you still get fevers? It doesn't seem like you've been poisoned either."
"I..." Lu Xingze's expression darkened as he glanced at her, then his gaze returned to the Magic Lotus.
He pursed his lips in thought for a moment and carefully suggested, "Senior sister, something seems off about this Magic Lotus. Maybe you should break the contract with it."
[Why the hell? It came to us willingly. Host, it's stupid not to take advantage when you can.]
Lu Xingyan inwardly agreed with Old Sixth's words.
Once something fell into her hands, Lu Xingyan, there was no reason to let it go again.
"How much weirder can it get?" Lu Xingyan retorted. "I, the Demon Lord, can raise Evil Ghosts, Divine Fires, and Zombies. Why can't I take care of a Magic Lotus?"