You delayed Laozi's important matters, yet you still want to live?

Within the silent Ning Mansion.

All returned to calm.

Lin Fan, puzzled, looked at Zhao Jiaqi who was wearing a tank top and a mini skirt.

Today, on her smooth shoulders hung a yellow sling bag.

He had no idea what was inside.

"How did you get here?"

"The Heavenly Master received a message, sensed a disturbance from a Yin Spirit in this direction, and sent me to support you. After all, Yin Spirits are not ordinary beings. Mere physical fighting isn't enough to harm them. Are your injuries alright?"

Zhao Jiaqi surveyed Lin Fan, who was covered in blood.

It was unclear how seriously he had been hurt.

"This is the monster's blood, and this inner core too belongs to it. So, you tell me who is in more trouble."

Lin Fan weighed the inner core in his hand, his face teasing.

"How could… a normal weapon possibly harm a Yin Spirit?"

Lin Fan's words drastically changed Zhao Jiaqi's expression.