The night grew deep.
Li Fan settled his disciples one by one and then carried Yun Xi into her room.
He sat by Yun Xi's bed and suddenly, gently lifted the blanket, gazing at Yun Xi's snow-white neck.
This silly girl, still lying to herself that the Red Dust Jade was lost...
Clearly, she treated it as a pendant, hanging it over her chest.
Li Fan gently reached out and pulled out the Red Dust Jade.
The Red Dust Jade had been carefully fixed by Yun Xi; its quality was excellent. Despite some cracks, it did not affect its beauty at all.
On the Red Dust Jade, there was a single character.
Fan.
Li Fan reached out, wanting to pick up the Red Dust Jade.
But before he could touch the jade, Yun Xi, even in her sleep, had already grasped onto it.
"...No one can touch it... no one at all... especially the Great Demon King..."
Yun Xi's soft murmurings of dream talk filtered through.
Li Fan involuntarily stopped.
He hesitated for a moment.
