“Jiang Fan, am I destined to never reach the Demon Emperor Realm in this lifetime?”
Concubine Yunxia’s mind was a bit unsettled.
If she hadn’t found the Sky Demon Relic, she would only be disappointed.
But now that it was right in front of her eyes, she felt powerless.
This immense feeling of helplessness was particularly torturous.
Jiang Fan chuckled softly and said, “Not necessarily.”
He secretly communicated with the Little Qilin, “Why didn’t you drink that thing called Sky Demon Relic?”
The Little Qilin pouted, “That’s blood.”
“Why would I drink blood?”
Uh—
The so-called weeping of the heavens was actually the blood of a Great Sage Realm demon, just diluted many thousands of times over.
The Little Qilin was only interested in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasures, not into consuming raw flesh and blood.
“Alright, after we leave, sneak back and take both horns.”
“I have a significant use for them!”
Although Concubine Yunxia was trustworthy.
It’s better to avoid complicating things unnecessarily.
The existence of the Little Qilin should remain unknown to anyone.
“Rest assured, Master.”
“I guarantee to help Master win the beauty!”
As a qualified spiritual pet, one must always understand the master’s intentions.
Jiang Fan twitched his mouth and tapped its forehead with amused frustration.
“Who taught you this?”
The Little Qilin whimpered in pain and muttered:
“Always bullying the honest ones.”
“That Xia Chaoge calls you a flower gentleman, yet you don’t hit her on the head?”
“Hmph!”
Jiang Fan grinned.
Adults shouldn’t argue with little beasts!
He comforted Concubine Yunxia:
“What is meant for you will naturally come.”
“What isn’t yours, there is no use forcing it.”
“Let’s go look elsewhere and see if there are any other good things.”
Concubine Yunxia rubbed her temples.
She realized that her mindset was problematic.
Those horns might be best left unseen.
After nodding, she prepared to follow Jiang Fan to see elsewhere.
But suddenly.
Her gaze sharply shot towards the shadow of a corner of a large hall not far away.
“Come out!”
As a member of the Demon Race and the foremost under the Nascent Soul, her senses were terrifyingly sharp.
Jiang Fan only realized and focused on that shadowy spot.
He saw the shadow flicker.
Two figures emerged.
One of them, dressed in a fiery red long dress, with a slightly tilted snow-white chin and slightly lowered eyes.
Exuded a sense of arrogance and conceit.
Who else could it be but Yuan Chen, disciple of Master Qinghe?
Beside her was that mysterious Bamboo Hat Man who had once held a Pill Book Silver Scroll!
Jiang Fan was quite surprised, “You guys also came in?”
He had entered because he had Memory Silver Sand, copying a Pill Book Silver Scroll.
Could it be the same for them?