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The cramped space barely contained Seisa and Meisa, their crossed legs nestled close enough for their knees to brush. The small space made it impossible for them to stand or lie down.

However, if Yang Hao saw this scene, he would be shocked beyond words.

Seisa, once a fat mass, now possessed an ethereal allure. Her figure curved like a calligrapher's masterpiece, with hair cascading over alabaster shoulders that glowed faintly in the dim light. Her eyes, like molten amber, held both calculation and seduction, framed by heavy, lowering lashes. Her full lips were painted the crimson of fresh blood.

Across from her, Meisa's beauty was like winter's knife—sharp, lethal, breathtaking. Her moon-pale skin stretched taut over high cheekbones, and her slender frame was honed to lethal precision. Her hair fell as straight as sword blades, framing eyes reminiscent of glacial fractures.

"How much lifespan do you have?" Seisa asked, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm on her thigh. A jasmine scent clung to her.

Meisa's voice was cold as she answered. "Five years." Her voice carried the crispness of frost cracking underfoot.

Seisa exhaled through her nose. "Then I don't need to give you anything for five years."

A muscle twitched in Meisa's jaw. "You're right, but... what if Yang Hao encounters danger? It would be better to have ten or twenty years in reserve for emergencies," she said.

"You want me to spread my legs?" Seisa replied, her laugh rich and dangerous. She traced a nail along Meisa's collarbone, leaving a faint red trail. "I'm not doing anything until my lifespan is used up. Moreover, after I recover a bit of strength, I will hypnotize him so he won't know or feel anything."

"Hypnotize him, then? Drain all his life during empty bliss?" Meisa's lips curled. "You'd make him a puppet."

"I'm not like you. So no, I will only hypnotize him so that he won't know about sex anymore, and when I have enough power, I will erase all memories of us," Seisa said, her gaze dropping. "Then, I will also erase my memories."

"You still need to do physical contact. If something happened to him and he lost his life, then what? You would need a new man—and even if that man didn't know anything, and even if you erased your memories, you'd still be counting on two men. And what if that man also died? We would need four to six thousand years. Just think: how many men would we need? Wouldn't it be better to save Yang Hao if he got into trouble?"

"Even if save him then what? At most, he will be 100 years, if lucky then 150 or 200 years. I'll find another way—a way to gain a lifespan that won't require me to spread my legs. You know me; I can make such a technique. I just need some time," Seisa said, glaring down at Meisa. "You'd do well to focus on regaining strength rather than questioning me."

Meisa turned toward the ceiling, looked past it, and saw the outside world. "He is approaching the Bloodroot Apes."

Outside, Yang Hao stumbled over gnarled roots, his robe snagged by thorns. Seisa sent the message, "Left," into his mind.

Upon hearing her command, Yang Hao headed to the left. He obeyed Seisa, and soon he was out of the forest.

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Yang Hao walked up the long stone path leading to the grand mansion—a sprawling estate with towering gates and intricate carvings. As he approached, a vigilant guard at the entrance caught sight of him. The moment the guard recognized Yang Hao, he rushed toward him.

"Young Master, are you okay? Where have you been? The master has been looking for you all morning."

The guard noticed that Yang Hao was covered in cuts.

"Huang, don't worry. I'm fine," Yang Hao assured him.

Huang examined him closely, relieved to see that, despite the cuts, Yang Hao appeared unharmed.

Before long, Yang Hao's father, Yang Zhouka, stepped out of the mansion. He had been worried sick since morning, and now, at night, he finally saw his son again. The moment his eyes landed on Yang Hao, he rushed forward and embraced him tightly.

"Hao, where on earth have you been? And what about your personal guard? Where is he?" Yang Zhouka asked, his voice filled with worry and anxiety.

Yang Hao returned the embrace, his expression solemn. "Father, my personal guard… he knocked me out and abandoned me deep in the forest. I truly thought I was done for—but then, two powerful seniors found me and helped me out."

Yang Zhouka was stunned. He let out a heavy sigh and said, "I'm sorry. I never expected the guard I assigned to you would betray you like this."

"It's not your fault, Father. You don't need to apologize," Yang Hao said.

Yang Zhouka held onto him for a long moment before finally letting go.

"You haven't eaten all day, have you? Come inside. Let's have a proper meal," Yang Zhouka said, pulling Yang Hao inside before he could protest.

After taking a long, refreshing bath, Yang Hao sat down with his father for dinner.

As they ate, Yang Zhouka asked, "Two powerful seniors? Who were they?"

Yang Hao shook his head. "I don't know, Father. They appeared out of nowhere, helped me, and then vanished into the woods."

A shadow of sadness crossed Yang Zhouka's face at the thought of these mysterious saviors he would never meet. However, his relief at having his son back was far stronger. "Well, as long as you're safe and home, that's all that matters."

After dinner, exhaustion weighed heavily on Yang Hao. Without another word, he went straight to his room and collapsed onto his bed, welcoming the deep sleep he desperately needed.

However, his father warned him that he should not go out and stay at home until he found who was responsible for the incident. Until then, he would act as if his son went missing.