Hearing these words, Qin Wanwan felt reassured.

Jian Xingzhi wasn’t wrong either. No matter what happened in the past, it was the past. What the past left behind were merely problems, and when problems arose, you just solved them—no need to worry.

She calmed her heart and walked beside Jian Xingzhi, looking at the reliefs on the walls together with him.

Xie Gutang frowned deeply, explaining the lotus flowers in the paintings: “These are Demon Hunt Battlefields.”

“Demon Hunts?”

Qin Wanwan turned to look at Xie Gutang, who nodded: “I only heard about this from my predecessors. Back then, demonic seeds ran rampant, so the cultivation world hunted down people infected with demonic seeds everywhere, killing them on discovery. Some people had demonic seeds in their bodies that couldn’t be removed, so they simply banded together, took the Evil God as their faith, built Mara Tanhua Palace, and spread demonic seeds wantonly. This was roughly two hundred years ago.”

“So the cultivation world established the Immortal Alliance and used the Alliance’s full strength to attack Mara Tanhua Palace. Since Mara Tanhua Palace was close to the Desolate City territory, the Ning clan charged ahead at the forefront. After that battle, the young generation of the Ning clan was nearly wiped out. From then on, they sealed their city with ice and snow, avoiding the world and not emerging.”

Cuilu spoke while looking at the relief beside them, her eyes showing admiration: “Until the Divine Lord Ming Jing appeared, the Ning clan finally returned to the cultivation world’s attention. Back then, the Divine Lord ascended in less than a hundred years, single-handedly established Ghost City, never lost a single battle until his death. No one in the world dared offend him—he was called the number one person of his era.”

“So formidable!”

Qin Wanwan couldn’t help but exclaim. Jian Xingzhi, listening from the side, coughed lightly, hinting to Qin Wanwan: “It’s just ascending in a hundred years. Some people ascended in a hundred years too.”

As soon as Qin Wanwan heard this, she knew Jian Xingzhi was praising himself. She couldn’t help but argue: “What matters isn’t whether it’s ascension or tribulation crossing—he single-handedly established Ghost City. Can some people do that?”

“Well,” Jian Xingzhi paused, then changed his angle, “some people could single-handedly destroy Ghost City.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cuilu whipped around, her face fierce: “Who are these ‘some people’?!”

Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan both fell silent. The two turned their heads to opposite sides, looking at the reliefs on the walls.

In the relief, the woman’s belly grew larger and larger. She not only had to drink medicine but also had to bathe.

The bath water was mixed with something unknown. Each time the woman entered, she would scream desperately, and people beside her would press her down forcefully. Each time was a desperate struggle.

The woman began to realize something was wrong and tried to escape. The young man directly captured her daughter and threatened her with her daughter’s life.

During a heavy snowfall, the woman finally gave birth.

On the day the child was born, the young man’s entire clan gathered outside the door. The room burst with brilliant light, and afterward, the young man walked out carrying a child.

In the wind and snow, the young man raised the blood-covered child high. The clan celebrated wildly, but only the woman in labor struggled to rise from the bed, crawling down to the ground, trying to snatch back that child.

But she was too weak.

She could only watch helplessly as the young man came back and dripped his own blood onto the child’s forehead.

Complex runes lit up on the child’s forehead. The moment everyone saw the runes, they froze.

That was the Master Recognition Spirit Contract unique to spirit beasts.

In other words, this young man had treated his own child like a spirit beast to be tamed.

But how could a person become a spirit beast?

Qin Wanwan couldn’t understand. Jian Xingzhi reminded her: “This woman has demon clan bloodline, and it should be some special bloodline, which is why the children born all have Heaven-grade single spirit roots.”

“Then why does she look like a mortal? Without a trace of cultivation?!”

Qin Wanwan was shocked.

“There are too many possibilities for that,” Cuilu’s voice was flat. “Maybe her bloodline skipped several generations, or perhaps she experienced something. For instance, maybe her spirit root was extracted when she was young, and she never knew about it herself.”

Qin Wanwan was speechless.

She just watched as the child in the relief began to slowly grow up.

He was a boy, born with a golden core, so by rights he should have been treasured like a precious pearl. But this wasn’t the case.

He was confined year-round to a secret realm for harsh training. Every day he had to take bitter medicine. Every month he had to soak in a medicinal bath. The medicinal bath was extremely painful—each time, his flesh would crack and split open, blood dripping everywhere, then heal and close again.

Through such repeated tempering of his body, by the age of ten, he was already invulnerable to blades and spears.

His monthly life consisted of fighting in the secret realm, being bitten by various demon beasts, being hunted by death row prisoners thrown into the secret realm.

His father told the condemned prisoners that if they could kill him, they could leave. So he constantly lived on the edge between life and death.

The only gentleness in his life was that once a month, he could see his mother and sister.

His sister was different from him. With a Heaven-grade wood spirit root, she was destined to become a medical cultivator sought after by all quarters. Although the clan didn’t officially acknowledge her, she lived well within the clan.

Fine clothes and rich food, free to come and go.

Because at such a young age she excelled in medical arts, she was beloved by various ancestors.

His sister and mother were both very gentle and loved him dearly.

When he was young, he didn’t understand. Each time he came from the secret realm covered in blood, his mother and sister would cry when they saw him.

So he understood early on that he shouldn’t be like this. Each month when he saw his sister and mother, he would clean his wounds in advance, tidying himself up completely. When he met them and they asked if he was doing well, he would say he was very well.

He tried countless times to break out of the secret realm, but whenever he was about to succeed, his father would appear.

He couldn’t disobey his father’s commands, no matter how strong he became.

If his father told him to kneel, he would involuntarily kneel.

This absolute submission gradually made him give up on himself.

His father told him that as long as he obeyed, he could leave and reunite with his mother and sister.

He agreed.

At the age of twenty, he broke through to Nascent Soul, and his father finally agreed to take him out.

He left the secret realm and saw blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear waters for the first time. He reverently brushed past a budding wild rose climbing on a roadside wall. The rose trembled lightly, then slowly bloomed.

His eyes widened.

This blossoming life was a beauty he’d never seen in his twenty years.

He became infatuated with such a world.

However, after brushing past that rose, he immediately rushed to the battlefield.

The clan had friction with surrounding sects. He went to quell the unrest. That day the scene was very chaotic. His body was controlled, and he killed many people.

When leaving, he stood on a hill covered with corpses, fiercely wiping the blood from his face.

Returning to the clan, he received permission to see his mother and sister.

That day he couldn’t smile. After his sister left, his mother asked him what happened. He didn’t answer.

After that, he was brought to these large and small battlefields again and again. He had no way to control his own body and sword. He wasn’t a person—he was just a sword in his father’s hand.

He couldn’t decide the direction his sword pointed, nor could he decide his own fate.

One night, he finally broke down and cried bitterly in his room.

His mother stood at the door, holding freshly made ginger soup, listening to the fine autumn night rain, not moving.

She was a mortal. She could do nothing.

She had tried to cultivate immortality—she couldn’t do it.

She also tried to become strong—she couldn’t do that either.

Faced with her children’s tragic lives, she was powerless.

She could only watch helplessly as the child wailed in grief, yet she didn’t even dare send in a bowl of soup.

The woman stood at the door for a long time, then turned and left.

For many days after, this child repeated such a life. His only consolation was that under his protection, his sister and mother lived very well.

His sister had her own medical clinic and married someone she loved.

Looking at the newlyweds in wedding attire in the painting, everyone stopped walking.

Qin Wanwan stared at that groom’s face and finally confirmed.

“Is that Yan Wushuang?”

“That’s right.”

Jian Xingzhi nodded, looking at the bride beside him: “Then this sister should be Ning Huihe. And that useless man would be Ning Wenxu.”

If earlier they’d only suspected, now they finally confirmed—this was Lin Yanzhi’s tomb.

They continued forward and saw in the paintings that Yan Wushuang and Lin Yanzhi had a good relationship. He often invited him to drink and spar with him.

Lin Yanzhi experienced years of peaceful quiet time at his sister’s side while serving as Ning Wenxu’s weapon on the battlefield.

It seemed his life would end like this, until one day, Lin Yanzhi’s mother came to find him.

She said she’d found a way to unlock his spirit contract and reverse his constitution, telling him to leave on his own after unlocking the spirit contract.

Lin Yanzhi said yes. He listened to his mother and drank the medicine, then lost all consciousness.

When he woke up, he found blood everywhere.

His mother had a tube in her hand, he had a tube in his hand. Blood flowed from her body into his. A dagger was stuck in her chest. She lay in a pool of blood, looking at him weakly.

Ning Wenxu led people surrounding them. He clenched his fists, restraining his emotions, calling him over.

Lin Yanzhi stood up. He raised his sword.

He felt that his body no longer had any constraints. However, just as he raised his sword, his mother reached out and grabbed him.

Lin Yanzhi looked blankly at his mother. His mother gazed at him tenderly.

“I want to go home.”

She said: “Yanzhi, don’t kill anymore.”

Hatred had no end. If he killed the Ning clan today, as long as the Ning clan wasn’t completely exterminated, they wouldn’t let him go.

“The blood in your body, I’ve changed it. I don’t want to obey him anymore, so I’m leaving.”

His mother’s voice was hoarse. Tears welled in Lin Yanzhi’s eyes as he watched his mother struggle to reach out to him: “Yanzhi, you… hold Mother.”

Lin Yanzhi held his sword. He stood frozen, hesitating, between this soft love and overwhelming hatred. He finally chose to put down his sword.

He reached out and embraced his mother.

His mother smiled: “Yanzhi, I wronged you and Huihe. I didn’t protect you siblings. I foolishly trusted a villain. But being able to have you as my children—I’m very happy.”

“Don’t avenge me,” she cupped his face, “go do what you want to do. I know you’re kindhearted. Follow your heart’s desire. In this world, there are many good people. You’ll meet them, you’ll fall in love.”

Lin Yanzhi didn’t speak. He looked at his mother and cried.

His mother gazed at him: “Promise me.”

Lin Yanzhi didn’t dare open his mouth. He stared into his mother’s eyes. After a long, long time, he finally spoke: “Alright.”

His mother slowly smiled. The light in her eyes dimmed. She seemed extremely tired, resting her head against Lin Yanzhi’s chest, saying nothing more.

Lin Yanzhi lifted his mother onto his back, standing up trembling. He raised his sword and looked up at Ning Wenxu.

“Today, if I leave, all grievances are settled. If I stay, either you die or I live. Will you let me pass, or not?”

Ning Wenxu looked at him. After a long time, he lowered his sword and cleared the way.

Lin Yanzhi, carrying his sword and the blood-covered woman, walked out. At the door, he turned back to look at Ning Wenxu.

“Ning Huihe stays in Desolate City. If she loses a single hair, I’ll exterminate your entire Ning clan.”

Not a single person dared to speak.

Everyone knew what kind of existence this mad dog they’d trained with their own hands was.

He carried the woman and walked out of the Ning home step by step.

Afterward, he bought a coffin on the street and put his mother in the coffin. In the night rain, he came to Ning Huihe’s medical clinic.

Ning Huihe and Yan Wushuang were closing up when they saw a young man in white robes standing in the night rain, smiling as he looked at them.

Ning Huihe looked up in surprise: “Yanzhi?”

“Sister.”

Lin Yanzhi smiled: “Father is willing to let me go, but I must leave tonight. Mother and I are leaving first. You and brother-in-law live well.”

“Where are you going?”

Ning Huihe put down the wooden board and was about to leave. Lin Yanzhi stopped her: “Sister, don’t come.”

Then he pointed at the sky: “It’s raining. Don’t get wet.”

Ning Huihe stood under the eaves. She stopped, tears in her eyes.

The siblings looked at each other. Yan Wushuang came over and draped clothes over Ning Huihe.

Lin Yanzhi turned his gaze to Yan Wushuang: “In the future, I entrust elder sister to you.”

“Rest assured.” Yan Wushuang smiled. “Come back to drink when you have time.”

Lin Yanzhi nodded. He extended his hands forward and bowed deeply in a grand salute.

Then he turned and left. He didn’t bring an umbrella—the rain soaked him completely.

He left the city, carrying his sword, driving a carriage loaded with the coffin, asking people along the way, heading toward where phoenix flowers bloomed.

Not long after, Ning Huihe heard that a Ming Jing Daojun had appeared in the world. He was benevolent, gentle, and powerful. He eliminated the strong to help the weak, dared to speak what people in the world dared not speak, dared to act where people in the world dared not act.

He alone entered a city sealed due to rampant demonic seeds and removed the demonic seeds from everyone in the city. When all those who no longer had demonic seeds but were still being hunted had nowhere to go, he established Ghost City.

Ghost City sheltered drifting wanderers, sheltered the homeless.

He wasn’t surnamed Ning—he was surnamed Lin.

And this was precisely their mother’s surname. Their mother was called Lin Fengxi.

Ning Huihe heard news of her younger brother daily. Learning that Lin Yanzhi was well, she was very happy.

In less than a hundred years, Lin Yanzhi broke through tribulation crossing, achieved complete merit, and became a half-immortal of this world. At this time, he finally returned to Desolate City.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten the past. Everyone lined the streets to welcome the Divine Lord. Ning Huihe and Yan Wushuang waited at home. After waiting just a short while, they saw the young man walk into the house.

He didn’t carry a sword. In his hands he held a scroll of books. He looked very different from the past.

They drank together. Lin Yanzhi generously taught Yan Wushuang everything he’d comprehended. Having been injured so much, he created a cultivation method himself, named Spring Life.

From then on, Lin Yanzhi would occasionally come back to visit. Ning Huihe worried about him, so she placed a tracking artifact made from her heart’s blood on him, allowing her to sense his life and death and distance from then on.

Everything was calm and peaceful, until one day, a coffin covered with seals suddenly arrived at Desolate City’s gate.

The Ning clan became extremely nervous. Giant Sword Manor sensed something and sent Yan Wushuang to investigate.

But before Yan Wushuang could investigate, one day, the Ning clan suddenly sent people to inform Ning Huihe that Lin Yanzhi was in trouble and his life hung by a thread. She rushed back to the Ning home. As soon as she arrived at the Ning home, she was captured.

She was dragged into a large tomb. All around the tomb were murals. She opened her eyes wide, looking at the scenes in the murals.

She’d lived her whole life carefree and worry-free. Her only pitiful aspect seemed to be that she wasn’t acknowledged by her own clan. But she didn’t care—living freely and happily outside was perfectly fine.

She was a medical cultivator, beloved by all. She thought her mother lived in comfort and luxury, thought her younger brother just underwent normal cultivator training. She’d always thought her mother wandered the world with her younger brother and naturally died of old age when her time came. She even blamed Lin Yanzhi for this.

But only at this moment did she understand what her younger brother and mother had experienced.

She was dragged along until she reached the front of a stone chamber. Then she saw Lin Yanzhi bound in iron shackles.

Lin Yanzhi looked at her calmly, but his eyes held tension he couldn’t restrain.

She was pressed down to the ground. An old man walked forward and said something to Lin Yanzhi.

Lin Yanzhi lowered his head. However, at that very instant, Ning Huihe in the painting decisively threw herself toward a blade, using the cold edge to slit her own throat.

Lin Yanzhi roared. Ning Huihe fell in a pool of blood, her soul scattering. At that very moment, Lin Yanzhi finally erupted. Evil qi broke through from his body. He broke free from the shackles and lunged at the old man.

Ning clan disciples stepped forward—not one was his match. The old man barely managed to receive one strike from him. By this time, the corridor had reached its end.

At the very end, the last painting showed a husband and wife arriving here, meeting Lin Yanzhi’s final sword strike.

Qin Wanwan’s footsteps stopped in place. She stared blankly at that couple’s faces.

They couldn’t know the specific dialogue in these paintings—they could only rely on guessing, speculating what the people in these paintings had said.

Qin Wanwan stared fixedly at that painting. In it, the couple and Lin Yanzhi’s sword clashed together, the painting bursting with brilliant light, clearly showing it was extremely intense.

The others looked at the painting and walked forward. Ahead was another stone door. The door was densely covered with sealing runes, looking very difficult to open from inside, and also impossible to enter from outside.

Xie Gutang and Cuilu went forward to study how to open the door. Jian Xingzhi walked around, thought for a moment, and directed the two to drill a hole in the door.

After confirming everything was fine, he turned back to Qin Wanwan’s side. Seeing that Qin Wanwan was still looking, he leaned over: “What are you looking at for so long? Your parents?”

He asked casually, not expecting Qin Wanwan to actually nod: “Yes.”

Jian Xingzhi was startled. He quickly looked up, carefully identifying them for a while, then nodded: “Mm, I’ve memorized it.”

These two people absolutely cannot be fought.

Qin Wanwan didn’t know what he’d memorized. She looked at the painting, unable to help thinking deeply.

Her parents only arrived at the last moment. What happened after that?

And this Lin Yanzhi—was he alive afterward, or did he die?

Her expression grew grave as she turned her head. She then remembered that compared to him, Jian Xingzhi should be even more upset. After all, this Lin Yanzhi clearly had countless connections to him. If this was his past life, with such a tragic past, he must be even more heartbroken.

She organized her emotions, wanting to turn back and comfort Jian Xingzhi. Before she could speak, she heard Jian Xingzhi shout loudly at Nanfeng: “Don’t touch that!”

Nanfeng’s hand was about to touch a piece of talisman paper. Hearing Jian Xingzhi’s voice, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Only then did Qin Wanwan notice that Xie Gutang and Cuilu were using swords to chisel a hole in that door.

Xie Gutang’s sword stood on the door, rotating at high speed like an electric drill. Cuilu held a talisman array in her hands beside him, looking extremely nervous.

Qin Wanwan was confused: “What are you doing?”

“Senior said that with so many sealing runes, whatever is sealed inside must be extremely terrifying. If we rashly open the door and release something, wouldn’t that be a grave offense? So we’re first drilling a hole to confirm what’s inside, then we’ll open the door.”

Xie Gutang answered very seriously. Qin Wanwan turned to look at Cuilu: “What about you?”

“I’m responsible for quickly sealing it if something tries to run out.”

Cuilu rolled her eyes: “Otherwise, did you think I was here cheering him on?”

Qin Wanwan was speechless but inexplicably felt this made some sense. She watched as Xie Gutang made great efforts, finally wiping his sweat: “No good. This door won’t let me drill a hole.”

“Let me try.”

Jian Xingzhi stepped forward and began repeating Xie Gutang’s plan. After drilling for a long time, he finally got more than halfway through, but still couldn’t break through.

The group exhausted all their cunning and tried every method—chopping with blades, hacking with axes, burning with fire, striking with lightning—but they still couldn’t drill a hole in the door.

Everyone was exhausted and panting, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Cuilu looked up at Qin Wanwan: “Do you think we should still try to open this door?”

“Better not,” Qin Wanwan shook her head. “What if there’s an evil god inside and we release it? Wouldn’t that be a grave offense?”

“Then what do we do now?” Xie Gutang frowned. “We can’t just keep wasting time here forever.”

“Let’s take another route and see.” Jian Xingzhi thought about it and made a decision. “We’ll go another way if we can.”

Everyone thought this made sense. They patted their backsides and stood up, then walked back exhausted. They hadn’t walked more than a few steps when they heard a female voice from inside: “Don’t leave!”

Everyone stopped. That female voice sounded somewhat urgent: “Tear off the talisman and you can come in!”

“See,” Jian Xingzhi heard this and looked proud, “I told you there was something evil inside, but we were smart enough not to open the door rashly. Let’s go quickly!”

“Don’t leave!”

The female voice became more urgent: “Come back! There’s no other exit!”

So anxious for them to return—this made everyone even more determined to escape.

“Go quickly, go quickly.”

Qin Wanwan urged: “Don’t give her a chance to bewitch us.”

“I’m really not an evil creature! I’m Ning Huihe!”

Hearing this, everyone finally stopped. They hesitated and looked at each other.

“Should we trust her?” Xie Gutang frowned.

Cuilu reminded him: “Evil creatures are all very good at deceiving people.”

Everyone thought about it and, to be safe, decided to retreat first.

Ning Huihe stood in the stone chamber, staring blankly at the group of people leaving without hesitation. Despair surged in her heart.

“You all forced me to do this.”

Ning Huihe wiped her tears.

A moment later, this group of people came running back frantically, with flying swords, fireballs, and spiked clubs all behind them!

Jian Xingzhi led the charge, rushing at the very front.

This time they didn’t hesitate. Mainly because they had no choice—they could only rush toward the door in a clamoring group. Jian Xingzhi leaped up and tore down a person-sized talisman hanging high in the air. Qin Wanwan kicked the door open with one foot.

Everyone, in the moment before the flying swords caught up to them, threw themselves forward and leaped into the cave together.

Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan fell in the very front. Before they could raise their heads, they saw before them a pair of embroidered shoes decorated with lotus flowers.

The two looked up together and discovered a woman sitting before them.

The woman was translucent—she should only be a soul. She gazed at them tenderly, calling gently: “You’ve arrived?”

“Ning Huihe?”

Qin Wanwan was the first to speak. Ning Huihe nodded. The group climbed up and looked around, discovering this seemed to be a bedroom. Beside it were tables, wardrobes, and things the owner liked, such as paintings.

The only thing different from an ordinary bedroom was that the room had no bed—only a raised platform with an ice coffin placed on it.

This should be the tomb owner’s.

Everyone felt certain of this.

Ning Huihe raised her hand and poured tea. The tea water was distributed to everyone’s hands. She gently invited: “Everyone please sit.”

Everyone sat down stiffly. Ning Huihe looked at the several people and asked with a smile: “The door said ‘No evil creatures inside, push to enter’—why did you still run?”

“It said that?”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi was somewhat confused. He looked at Qin Wanwan. Qin Wanwan looked at Xie Gutang, who should be the most educated among them.

Xie Gutang frowned: “Miss, where was it written?”

Ning Huihe looked puzzled and pointed outside: “Hanging at the door—the largest piece of paper.”

“Wasn’t that a talisman?” Cuilu was confused. “I thought it was for suppression?”

Ning Huihe’s expression didn’t look too good. She sighed: “If you can’t read it, that’s fine. I’ve met fellow practitioners before, and none of them could read it either.”

Then Ning Huihe remembered: “Now that you know the past events, is there anything else you want to ask me?”

“I have something.”

Jian Xingzhi immediately raised his hand. Ning Huihe looked over gratified: “I know—you want to know what they tried to force Yanzhi to do back then.”

“No,” Jian Xingzhi shook his head, “I just want to know how to get out.”

Ning Huihe’s expression stiffened: “Don’t you want to know Lin Yanzhi’s story?”

“No.” Jian Xingzhi’s answer was very firm. “I just want to know how to get out.”

Ning Huihe fell silent. She stared fixedly at Jian Xingzhi. After a long time, she spoke calmly: “Oh, since you so want to know about past events, I’ll reluctantly tell you. Back then, Yanzhi had actually successfully converted the Evil God—the Evil God should have ceased to exist. But the Ning clan concealed this news. The Ning clan’s ancestor was nearing the end of his lifespan and wanted to seize Yanzhi’s body. If he obtained this strongest physique, ascension would be within reach. But Yanzhi had merit protecting his body and a powerful divine soul—even the Evil God couldn’t erode it, let alone the ancestor. So he used me as leverage, trying to control Yanzhi. But I couldn’t watch him die for my sake, so I took my own life before him.”

“The Evil God feeds on people’s evil thoughts. The moment I died, Yanzhi’s hatred caused the Evil God to reignite from its ashes. He actively accepted the Evil God. The Evil God devoured him and merged with him as one. At that moment, two immortals arrived in time. They stopped the Evil God who was about to go on a killing spree, forcibly sealed him, and then left my soul here. My soul can receive nourishment here, but if I leave, I’ll be scattered to ashes.”

“So…” Jian Xingzhi spoke in a low voice, looking up at her, “how exactly do we get out?”

Ning Huihe looked quietly at Jian Xingzhi. After the two stared at each other for a moment, she suddenly went berserk, grabbing the nearby teapot and throwing it at him, throwing whatever she could grab!

“Is anyone seriously listening to me?! I’m talking about such momentous matters! I’m telling you secrets you’ll never be able to get from anyone else in your lifetime! All you care about is getting out! Getting out! Getting out! Can you respect people?! Don’t you have a brain?! Can’t you think and distinguish between important and trivial matters?! What’s your name?!”

Jian Xingzhi dodged here and there. After finally catching the vase she threw at him, he poked his head out: “Jian Xingzhi.”

Hearing this name, Ning Huihe sat down dejectedly and raised her hand to cover her forehead.

“Change your name.” She spoke in pain. “Names are also a kind of curse. Didn’t your parents consult a fortune teller when naming you?”

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**Author’s Note:**

**[Mini Theater]**

Ning Huihe: “Did you see the sign I wrote outside the door?”

Qin Wanwan: “Sorry, we can’t read medical cultivators’ handwriting.”