This single word, “Uncle,” nearly suffocated Xiang Heng.

Even though he had been inside the little black sphere listening to the outside world and was mentally prepared, he still couldn’t accept it calmly.

Xiang Heng’s expression was rather intriguing, but he didn’t correct him: “Senior, you should rest first.”

If not for the crowd watching the city wall and Dao Chen needing to maintain his holy monk image, he would have rolled his eyes.

“Fine, my father went to the Buddhist cave to wait for me. I need to go back to see what he’s planning, otherwise he’ll think I’m afraid of him.” Dao Chen turned unsteadily, preparing to leave the city wall.

But Yin Changli suddenly forcibly took control of his consciousness, and his raised leg seemed to petrify, unable to move.

He quite readily surrendered control of his physical body to Yin Changli.

As Dao Chen had said earlier, he knew very well what choices would benefit him most.

First, Yin Changli was weakened to this extent, yet still like a skinny camel larger than a horse, fully capable of suppressing him.

Even if he fought to the death, he couldn’t take Yin Changli down with him.

Second, through these days of observation, Yin Changli had truly lost his memory, and his personality had become… difficult to describe.

It would be easy to gain benefits from him.

Dao Chen had crawled at his feet, serving him for a hundred years. Even if Yin Changli only revealed the tip of the iceberg, Dao Chen could see he was an enormous treasure.

After taking control of the body, Yin Changli stabilized his soul while asking: “Uncle, may I ask what happened? How did you come out of… my palace?”

His question reminded Xiang Heng that he would certainly need to explain everything to his daughter later, and though Yin Changli had lost his memory, he deserved to know too.

Xiang Heng invited him: “It’s a long story. Senior, if you can still hold on, why not come to the City Lord’s mansion with me, and I’ll explain slowly.”

Yin Changli quickly agreed.

But when they turned to go back, they discovered that in the blink of an eye, Xiang Haikui had disappeared.

Even the little black sphere rolling around at the city gate had vanished without a trace.

Xiang Heng then noticed that Meng Xilou had also disappeared, realizing his daughter had gone after him. His brow immediately furrowed.

…

Meng Xilou had fled reluctantly after repeated urging from the elder in his consciousness.

Such a hurried and pathetic flight was something he had never even imagined.

He was furious.

“That black coal ball treasure belongs to the Mountain-Sea Tribe, and judging from Xiang Haikui’s fighting style, the ‘expert’ behind her is most likely also from the Mountain-Sea Tribe.” The elder’s tone was quite grave.

They had originally thought it was an enemy of the Meng family deliberately causing trouble.

But if it were remnants of the Mountain-Sea Tribe, that would be truly troublesome. The matter had escalated from internal factional conflict to a racial dispute.

Normally, in such situations, they should immediately report to Di Jun.

Under Di Jun, there was a mysterious organization specifically dealing with Mountain-Sea lowborns and suppressing Mountain-Sea remnants.

But what the Meng family was doing now violated heavenly law. They were already hiding it, and they certainly couldn’t report it.

“Would Xiang Heng dare to kill me?” This was what Meng Xilou was thinking about.

Given the current situation, Xiang Heng should know this was only one of his divided bodies. Under the protection of the family’s divine artifact, even with a soul-binding lock, his true body couldn’t be killed.

And the Meng family branch in the lower realm was a top family in the Central Plains. If Xiang Heng killed him, how would he explain it to the Meng family?

The elder countered: “Young Master has followed Xiang Heng for two hundred years, don’t you understand his temperament yet?”

Meng Xilou was speechless.

Even with all this, escape wasn’t certain. The Young Master separating from his physical body to return to the human realm would take time. The elder worriedly suggested: “Young Master, why not contact the Third Young Master first, and tell him about Yin Sha?”

Besides the shadow servant Huai Mie, another person who had descended to the lower realm with Meng Xilou was his half-brother, the Third Young Master.

According to the plan, Meng Xilou was only responsible for starting things in Yin Sha.

That is, after Xiang Heng turned demonic, Xiang Tianqing killed her father to prove her Dao and become famous throughout the world, and was accepted as Jing Wen’s disciple and went from Yin Sha to the royal capital Jin Ling, Meng Xilou would withdraw successfully.

As the family’s succeeding Young Master, he couldn’t stay in the mortal realm for too long.

The subsequent scheming would fall to the Third Young Master.

The reason they had come so early was because finding a suitable body wasn’t easy. The body couldn’t be too old, the cultivation couldn’t be too high, yet it needed good talent, and then required lengthy adaptation before it could fully function like his own body.

Now that things had gone wrong and were so humiliating, Meng Xilou didn’t want to say: “Our plan has already failed, his part can’t continue…”

“We’ve merely missed a good starting point; there’s still room for adjustment later.” The elder greatly believed in the Third Young Master’s abilities.

His personality was completely different from the Young Master’s, not at all like they had the same father.

Cautious and deeply scheming, he excelled at planning. He never acted unless necessary, but when he did, it was decisive and lethal—a true silent killer.

For instance, they didn’t even know what body the Third Young Master had found in Jin Ling.

When they parted years ago, he had only left a paper crane message that could be used once.

In two hundred years, he had never contacted Meng Xilou once.

“But…” Meng Xilou was still hesitating.

The elder’s voice suddenly sharpened: “Someone is pursuing us!”

Meng Xilou was startled. Shortly after, the people who entered his divine sense weren’t Xiang Heng, but Xiang Haikui and Bai Xingxian, with the little black sphere following behind.

After catching up, they descended from their riding beasts and landed in front of Meng Xilou.

Bai Xingxian stood slightly behind, pushing Xiang Haikui’s back gently as they landed, preventing her from stumbling.

The snake jar stopped, and the little black sphere also stopped, rolling in circles around the three of them.

Xiang Haikui continued using Tian Kuang as a crutch, stabbing it into the dune. Though pale, her expression was animated, almost triumphant: “Well, Senior Brother, are you out surveying your territory?”

Seeing her gloating face, Meng Xilou was furious.

Xiang Haikui clicked her tongue: “Or did you realize your life is in danger, so you came for one last look at the vast empire you’ve built in Yin Sha over the years?”

Anger churned in Meng Xilou’s chest as he coldly sneered: “With just you two, you think you can kill me? You’re asking for death!”

If Xiang Haikui were at full strength, he might have felt some fear.

But now she was at the end of her rope—where did she find the confidence to pursue him?

“I’m wounded all over, but if I remember correctly, Senior Brother, you’re injured too, aren’t you?” Xiang Haikui waved her small fist, winking at him cutely, reminding him of being beaten by that adorable bear.

Meng Xilou gripped his reins tightly, his thin lips pressed together, nearly bursting a blood vessel from rage!

Xiang Haikui raised her sword toward him, raising an eyebrow: “Come on! Defeat me now, and you still have a chance to escape. Otherwise, when my father catches up, you’ll be finished!”

End of his rope? Thinking too much.

Tian Kuang wasn’t a conventional sword path; it required going against the norm.

In her current state, she still dared to hunt down Meng Xilou—this was the wildness Tian Kuang approved of. Her originally depleted wildness surged up again.

Plus, with Bai Xingxian’s support, she had a fighting chance against Meng Xilou.

She had originally brought Lu Xiqiao along—even small help was still help—but suddenly remembered he wasn’t clear about these grudges, so it was better not to involve him. The fewer people who knew Meng Xilou’s true identity, the better.

“Fine!” Meng Xilou truly couldn’t endure it anymore. He leaped down from his mount as numerous thorny vines formed around his body.

The thorns whipped fiercely toward her.

This opening move was the same as Huai Mie’s earlier.

Meng Xilou knew she would condense sword energy to block it and was prepared for a second move. Unexpectedly, Xiang Haikui only used sword energy to push Bai Xingxian away, remaining in place to take the whip head-on.

The thorny vine’s barbs swept across her neck, tearing off a layer of skin to reveal flesh.

Meng Xilou was stunned.

Xiang Haikui wiped the blood from her neck: “When Jing Wen struck me earlier, you blocked a sword for me. Though it was pretense, I’ve still received your kindness, and now I’m returning it.”

Tian Kuang began to hum, and her eyes gradually turned fierce as she said coldly, “Now, we get serious!”

A wave of sword energy swept across, raising a wave of sand that forced Meng Xilou back more than ten steps.

In that instant, Meng Xilou’s chest filled with confusion and grievance. His blocking of Jing Wen’s sword wasn’t pretense at all—he didn’t know why he’d done it.

“Why are you angry with me?” Meng Xilou lost his desire to fight and argued, “I already told you the truth and changed the plan. It was Huai Mie acting on his own, nothing to do with me!”

Had he ever done anything to harm her until now?

No!

And he had repeatedly shown her goodwill!

“If not for me, you would have been captured when Ye Qianzhi died. You woman, do you have any sense of reason?!”

Xiang Haikui laughed repeatedly at his words: “Senior Brother can say these things with a straight face and not find it ridiculous? Just because you changed your strategy and temporarily decided not to kill me, I should be eternally grateful? Besides, isn’t it because I came prepared and it wasn’t easy to kill that you changed your plan? And another thing, no matter who made the decision, in my heart and eyes, you and your lackey are the same garbage!”

“You…!”

“Enough!”

Xiang Haikui was tired of wasting words with him. She wielded her sword and flew forward, the sword tip again drawing a line of fire, creating popping sounds as it rubbed against the dry air.

Xiang Haikui hadn’t instructed Bai Xingxian on what to do, so he thought carefully and broke off his front teeth, throwing the Tian Bao twin swords flying.

Tian Bao could increase Tian Kuang’s power while weakening Meng Xilou.

Meng Xilou didn’t have a wood spiritual root; these thorny vines were likely powered by a wood spirit pearl.

Though Meng Xilou was strong in the upper realm, he hadn’t put enough effort into refining this body he would eventually discard.

Normally, he mostly relied on treasures brought from the upper realm to provide power, and his strength was far inferior to Huai Mie’s.

His prowess in Yin Sha was also mostly Huai Mie’s doing.

When Xiang Haikui used Tian Kuang to force Meng Xilou to change position, Bai Xingxian controlled his sword to immediately follow up, forcing him back toward Xiang Haikui.

And when Meng Xilou threw out magical treasures, Bai Xingxian could immediately analyze their attributes and spit out countering treasures from his mouth.

Meng Xilou was beaten badly and finally brought out his ultimate weapon.

Tian Bao, having never seen such a thing, was extremely excited. Without Bai Xingxian’s control, it released more power to Tian Kuang, as if saying: Little brother, get him!

You can have the person, but give me the magical treasures!

Tian Kuang’s power suddenly increased. Xiang Haikui also noticed Tian Bao’s intention and cooperated, making Meng Xilou lose his grip on his treasures, which Tian Bao absorbed into scrap metal.

The long and short swords collided in an “X” shape, making a crisp sound like a belch.

Meng Xilou stared at the scrap metal in his hand, his gaze revealing disbelief.

In that moment of shock, Xiang Haikui had already closed in, with Tian Kuang against his chest.

With his protective spiritual energy, it wasn’t easy to pierce through, but it was only a matter of time.

Meng Xilou was held in place by the sword energy surging from the tip, unable to move, only able to gather more protective true qi to meet her head-on.

“This is merely a divided body; what does it matter if you kill me?” He gritted his teeth and glared at Xiang Haikui, veins bulging at his temples.

“It may not kill your main body, but it can harm it. You’ll have to go into seclusion to heal for a long time.” Xiang Haikui had investigated this.

Moreover, the divine artifact protecting the divided body could only protect once.

After Meng Xilou recovered, if he dared to divide again and descend to the lower realm, the risk of his true body dying would be extremely high.

Given his status, his family wouldn’t risk letting him come to the lower realm again.

“And I’m telling you, even if it’s just killing your divided body, I still want to kill you once! You disgusting idiot has been sickening me for too long!” Xiang Haikui’s teeth ground audibly as her arm exerted more force, the sword tip moving closer to his chest!

Meng Xilou’s protective spiritual energy shield, centered at his chest, had begun to crack and spread outward.

“To make me suffer some injury, bringing big trouble to your father—is it worth it? Your Tian Kuang sword is so special…” Meng Xilou’s mouth leaked blood, and strangely, he laughed, as if mocking himself.

The elder in his consciousness had gone silent, seemingly sinking into slumber, prepared to be “sent” back to the upper realm with him.

“By acting before my father kills you, I certainly have ways to keep Yin Sha clean of involvement.” As Xiang Haikui spoke, the azure dragon coiled around Tian Kuang released a large amount of demonic energy, slowly covering the sword.

Meng Xilou’s eyes grew wider and wider—this demonic energy was…

It was Huai Mie’s demonic energy!

Earlier on the city wall, when dueling with Huai Mie, Xiang Haikui had only protected three vital points, forcibly receiving over six hundred and eighty demonic hands. This wasn’t just to exhaust him and wait for a chance to counterattack.

She had also absorbed the demonic energy into Tian Kuang for temporary storage.

Yes, she had prepared to kill Meng Xilou from the beginning.

“I really should thank you for teaching me how to be a despicable, shameless scoundrel!”

Huai Mie had collected her sword energy residue from her battle with Wu Mian and others in the desert, infused it into Second Senior Brother Ye Qianzhi’s body, shredding his internal organs to frame her.

The framing method was stupid to the extreme, yet so many people believed it, truly giving Xiang Haikui a lesson.

Bang!

Tian Kuang’s tip broke through Meng Xilou’s protective true qi, but only pierced his robe and entered the surface of his skin.

Then, with Xiang Haikui’s fierce shout, accompanied by the soul-binding lock’s power, surging demonic energy flowed from the sword energy into Meng Xilou’s body!

“The expert behind me once said, reason is for those who understand reason. For those who don’t understand reason, one need only use their methods against them.”

Xiang Haikui used her pressure to immobilize Meng Xilou, forcing him to absorb all the demonic energy.

The demonic energy was like knives, charging through his body. Meng Xilou’s internal organs twisted in pain, his soul showing signs of shattering, with thick black blood flowing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

He struggled to reach out, gripping Tian Kuang sword, his eyes—reddened by demonic energy, fixed on Xiang Haikui.

His vengeful gaze also contained some complex emotions.

Fearing he wouldn’t die from her attacks, Xiang Haikui taunted with full force: “Senior Brother, after returning to the upper realm, remember to learn how others court women. Your methods are truly outdated!”

“Xiang Haikui, just you wait! One day, I will make you kneel before me, begging for my forgiveness!”

As the demonic energy shredded Meng Xilou’s internal organs, at the moment of his divided body’s death and his golden soul’s dissipation, he struggled to shout these words.

Wanting to act tough even in death, Xiang Haikui was truly impressed.

Tian Kuang fell to the sandy ground, and she too collapsed, her eyes so tired she could barely keep them open.

“Little Sister Kui.” Bai Xingxian led the mount over, took out a bottle of spiritual medicine for her, and then hoisted Meng Xilou’s body, surrounded by black demonic energy, onto the mount’s back. “Can you still hold on?”

They needed to quickly bring Meng Xilou’s corpse back, while Huai Mie had just cooled on the city wall.

They would say they discovered Huai Mie knew puppet techniques and had escaped by changing bodies, that Meng Xilou had pursued, and they had engaged in a chaotic battle where he was unfortunately killed.

Having an explanation would be enough; the Meng family in the royal capital couldn’t make a fuss.

“Let’s go!” Xiang Haikui took a spiritual medicine pill and staggered to her feet, supporting herself with her palm on the ground.

She rode with Bai Xingxian, leading the mount carrying Meng Xilou.

Bai Xingxian reached out to the little black sphere rolling in the sand: “Let’s go, Ball!”

The little black sphere reluctantly rolled back, turning into a tiny ball and landing in his palm.

“It’s becoming more obedient.” Xiang Haikui stroked it with her index finger, like petting a cat.

Its spikes suddenly bristled as it opened its mouth to scare her.

“Hehe.” With the pressure gone, Xiang Haikui’s smile was much happier. Suddenly, she noticed someone standing in the distance—it was Lu Xiqiao.

This guy wanted to follow her on grand adventures; he hadn’t gone back when told and had secretly come.

“Don’t worry, I saw him early on,” Bai Xingxian reassured her. “I threw a barrier treasure over there to block his path. He can’t hear what we’re saying.”

Xiang Haikui was relieved and patted Bai Xingxian’s shoulder: “Little Bai, you’re becoming more and more clever.”

Bai Xingxian turned back with eyes curved in a smile: “Little Sister Kui is also becoming more and more intelligent.”

“Sister Kui! Brother Bai!” Lu Xiqiao waved his arms.

The mount trotted over, and Lu Xiqiao pointed in surprise at Meng Xilou’s corpse.

Xiang Haikui said first: “Just pretend you didn’t see anything…”

She was preparing to brief Lu Xiqiao in advance. Though he seemed unreliable, sometimes Xiang Haikui felt he was strangely dependable.

“But I did see it.” Lu Xiqiao wasn’t interested in Meng Xilou’s death—he had always disliked him, and Xiang Haikui wasn’t one to kill without reason, so he must have deserved it. “When Meng Xilou was pierced by your Tian Kuang, his body suddenly emitted a golden light, just like the fairy I saw when I was unconscious. Am I not dreaming after all? Did I see a fairy before?”

Hearing this, Xiang Haikui was surprised: “You saw it again?”

Lu Xiqiao nodded: “Really, shining brightly.”

What was happening?

Xiang Haikui blinked, transmitting to Bai Xingxian: “When he had his soul taken by Liu Yixing, being half-awake and seeing Xiang Tianqing’s soul light was understandable. But now he’s fully recovered, why can he still see Meng Xilou’s soul light?”

Could it be the legendary opening of the Celestial Eye?

Bai Xingxian was also quite surprised and thought for a moment: “Liu Yixing, as the master of the Soul Control Palace, is proficient in soul techniques. Perhaps when using the great soul-capturing technique, he accidentally stimulated certain acupoints in Lu Xiqiao?”

It was the opening of the Celestial Eye. Xiang Haikui found this quite novel. Lu Xiqiao had just seen Xiang Tianqing with no reaction.

Being able to see Meng Xilou’s golden light only when he was severely injured suggested the Celestial Eye had limitations.

“Young Master Lu, it’s best not to mention what you saw this time either,” Xiang Haikui reminded him again.

When she had a chance to meet Luo Yunxiu again, she would ask about the situation.

“Alright.” Lu Xiqiao agreed readily, without asking why.

He keenly sensed that he was beginning to become different, about to reach the peak of his life!

Sister Kui was his benefactor!

…

Xiang Haikui brought Meng Xilou’s corpse back to Yin Sha City, causing another great commotion.

Losing two senior brothers in such a short time, the already sickly Xiang Tianqing directly fainted.

Xiang Heng stood with his hands behind his back in front of the mount for quite a while, many emotions surging through his eyes.

Xiang Haikui transmitted an apology: “Father, I acted on my own.”

Xiang Heng understood her intentions, which is why he hadn’t pursued, only admonishing: “Xiao Kui, you should be healing properly, not taking risks. I told you before, in the Central Plains, disciples are considered their master’s possessions. As Meng Xilou’s master, even if I killed him without reason, if the Meng family reported to the Emperor, they couldn’t punish me.”

“Better to have fewer troubles,” Xiang Haikui affectionately held his arm. “We’ve temporarily avoided this calamity, but the Meng family in the upper realm won’t let us go. We may have many more troubles in the future; there’s no need to worry about these trivial matters.”

“Mm.” Xiang Heng nodded slightly, instructing the guard officer, “Return Meng Xilou to the Meng family in the royal capital.”

Afterward, Xiang Heng brought her to the council hall.

Yin Changli was resting with closed eyes in the hall. Hearing the father and daughter enter, he quickly opened his eyes and stood up.

His gaze examined Xiang Haikui, seeing the new wound on her neck, his expression spoke for itself.

“How are you, Senior?” Seeing his worried, affectionate eyes, Xiang Haikui knew it was the boss, not Dao Chen.

Xiang Heng intercepted: “You should worry about yourself first.”

Xiang Haikui stuck out her tongue a little and sat down in the circular chair opposite Yin Changli.

Xiang Heng then extended his palm, covering her spiritual platform.

Streams of pure true qi flowed into Xiang Haikui’s body, and her severely damaged meridians slowly expanded like vines.

All fatigue vanished, more comfortable than soaking in a medicinal bath when exhausted.

It felt familiar, yet her father had never healed her injuries before.

“This feeling…” Xiang Haikui glanced across at Yin Changli, meeting his gaze, who was closely watching her.

“It’s a technique Senior Yin taught me,” Xiang Heng said.

Indeed, it was. Xiang Haikui said: “I was just about to ask how you…”

Xiang Heng was also about to say: “That day when I was in seclusion, I met Senior Yin…”

He began to narrate.

Yin Changli was initially very curious, but as he listened, his heart began to sink.

Xiang Heng was telling it in too much detail, almost completely reconstructing the scene.

When Xiang Haikui heard the phrase “flat chest…” she immediately widened her eyes.

Upon hearing “…valley,” her expression returned to normal.

Her chest wasn’t flat—initially, when practicing basic body techniques in the Myriad Bones Cave, such as the kite somersault, because she had no spare underwear and could only wear a chest wrap, it was very inconvenient, so she still bound her chest.

As for saying she lacked cunning, she wasn’t angry at all.

She even consoled Xiang Heng: “Senior measures others by his standard, it’s inevitable. Even my master is constantly mocked by him. Don’t take it to heart.”

But as she continued listening, hearing things like “wasteland head,” “cherry pit brain,” and “human oddity,” she glared fiercely at Yin Changli across from her.

Yin Changli sat as if on pins and needles, desperately wanting to knock Xiang Heng unconscious to stop him from continuing.

But after the whole story was told, Xiang Haikui’s gaze toward Yin Changli changed again.

The boss was the boss; your father is always your father.

“Senior gave me a jade slip?”

“Yes.”

After the healing was complete, Xiang Heng took out the jade slip from his storage bracelet and handed it to her.

Xiang Haikui tried to extend her divine sense into it, but perhaps because her sea of consciousness was injured, a sharp pain made her store it in her ring first: “I’ll look at it after resting a bit.”

Just then, a guard reported in panic from outside: “City Lord, Young Master Ye has returned…”

Though he had died, with his corpse still lying in his room, he had somehow come back alive.

“Young Master Ye went directly to the Law Enforcement Hall, and Young Master Wu Mian also went with him.”

At the mention of these two disciples, Xiang Heng’s expression instantly became extremely unpleasant.

Xiang Haikui didn’t want to pour oil on the fire, yet couldn’t help saying: “Father, you have no eye for disciples.”

Xiang Heng had accepted them not because they had great potential, but because, like him, they were all “lost dogs.”

If he didn’t teach them, they would only get worse.

But he admitted he had failed and didn’t argue with his daughter, only saying to the guard: “I’ll go there shortly.”

After the guard withdrew, Xiang Heng said to Yin Changli: “Senior, if you have no questions, please go rest first. I have a few words I wish to say to my daughter.”

“Yes.” Yin Changli rose.

After he left and only the father and daughter remained in the council hall, Xiang Heng extended his arms and hugged his daughter.

When he “died,” she was only nine years old.

A little pampered one who would complain of tiredness after walking a few steps, demanding to be carried on his back.

In the blink of an eye, his daughter had grown up with many taboos. Besides, having not seen each other for many years, their earlier reunion had some estrangement.

Now embracing her, his voice carried a bit of choking emotion: “As a father, I am truly ashamed.”

When trapped in the little black sphere by Yin Changli, listening to the outside, he had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to express to his daughter all at once.

How much he loved her, how much he cared for her, how he had brought her over just to reunite with her, to give her support, to let her live a good life.

Unexpectedly, he had led her into a deep abyss.

“Stop.” Xiang Haikui wouldn’t let him continue. She sniffled, also choked with emotion: “What abyss or paradise—apart from life and death, there are no great matters in the world.”

“Mm.” Seeing his daughter so open-minded, Xiang Heng felt both heartache and comfort. He released her, wiping away the tears from her eye socket with his thumb. “But there’s one thing I still need to remind you of.”

Xiang Haikui: “Hmm?”

Xiang Heng hesitated: “Saying this may seem ungrateful, but I still hope you will keep your distance from Senior Yin in the future.”

Xiang Haikui looked up at him.

Xiang Heng said, “I fear that after he regains his memory, you will be hurt.”

Xiang Haikui had thought it was something urgent, and said dejectedly: “I think that injury is unavoidable.”

Xiang Heng was startled: “Have you already…”

Xiang Haikui said, “I’ve already prepared myself to be beaten severely by him.”

Xiang Heng heaved a sigh of relief: “You scared me. I thought you had already developed feelings for him.”

Xiang Haikui was surprised: “Me? Have feelings for him?”

Xiang Heng patiently explained: “Do you know about the imprinting phenomenon? Senior Yin is a demon. When he lost his memory, your hair gave him vitality. He remembered that feeling. His kindness to you isn’t true emotion. If you can’t resist the temptation and develop feelings for him during this time, when he regains his memory and returns to himself, then tells you not to take it seriously, you’ll be hurt, daughter…”

Seeing her father’s earnest tone, Xiang Haikui collapsed into the circular chair, holding her stomach, nearly laughing herself sick: “You’re—you’re truly overthinking.”

Even if she did develop feelings, under Tian Kuang’s influence, it would only be a restless desire to defeat this power generator!

…

The father and daughter talked for a long time before Xiang Heng rose to go to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Xiang Haikui planned to return to her room to rest and quickly recover so she could open the boss’s message.

But she saw that Yin Changli hadn’t left and was sitting in the small garden, with Bai Xingxian standing behind him.

“Miss Xiang.” Yin Changli had waited a long time for her to emerge.

He held a small medicine box. “Let me apply medicine for you.”

Xiang Heng had only treated Xiang Haikui’s internal injuries; her surface wounds hadn’t been addressed.

He stepped forward, but Xiang Haikui immediately stepped back: “That’s not necessary, Senior.”

Originally, Xiang Haikui was already extremely wary of him. Now his “glorious” image in her mind was increasingly vivid and active.

The puppy boss before her with the medicine bottle was just a sugar-coated bullet fired by the CEO boss. If she dared to accept it, she would immediately be scammed.

Yin Changli stopped in place, lowering his eyes, his jet-black pupils revealing a trace of hurt.

For a moment, Xiang Haikui felt quite nasty, but there was truly no way around it. Agreeing today to let the puppy boss help apply medicine might mean the CEO boss helping with her funeral tomorrow.