"Don’t worry, she won’t be able to break through this barrier for a while. Let’s use this time to heal, then we’ll come up with a way to deal with her."
The man took the opportunity to change the subject.
He directly sat down cross-legged where he was, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
"Sister, hurry up too, I’ll keep an eye on her for you."
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at the meditating man, feeling a bit reluctant. But she could only seize the time to heal herself.
Wen Xiao’ai stopped wasting time, sat down, and began meditating as well.
She hadn’t really felt any pain before, but now after sitting down and checking her condition, the pain began to surge through her body.
The young man stayed by Wen Xiao’ai’s side, monitoring her condition while also watching the manic Wu Zhihan outside the barrier.
Inside the barrier it was rather peaceful, the two were sitting approximately two meters apart, each meditating.
After an unknown amount of time, the man’s eyes, more beautiful than peach blossoms, slowly opened beneath the mask. Follow current novels on NoveIＦire.net
He quietly watched Wen Xiao’ai sitting opposite him.
His gentle gaze lingered over every feature of Wen Xiao’ai’s small face.
His eyes were filled with deep emotion.
How he wished he could always gaze at her from now on.
She didn’t even recognize the tattoo on Jun Moyan, it seemed the Cat Demon Clan had protected her well.
She must have been very happy these past few hundred years.
Sometimes he wondered if destiny was testing him and Yingying.
Otherwise, why would Yingying’s soul happen to be in Wen Xiao’ai’s body?
Why would he only find out she’s the one he’s been searching for a thousand years, once she fell in love with Jun Moyan?
If he hadn’t placed her by Jun Moyan’s side, perhaps he would still have to search for another hundred, or even thousand years before finding her.
And by that time, she might have already married Ye Qi...
So it turns out, what Yingying said about intangible fate was not just empty words, but true.
The man was lost in thought gazing at Wen Xiao’ai, when suddenly a fierce wind came directly at him, snapping him back to reality just in time to fend it off, preventing his mask from being shattered.
This face, he cannot show her.
Not just her, no one can see it.
Wen Xiao’ai opened her eyes, seeing the man’s mask still well in place, she felt a bit dispirited.
She was always an extremely curious person, and especially with someone deliberately acting mysterious, she wanted to rip that mask off him even more.
"Are you really ugly?"
Wen Xiao’ai hadn’t considered if he was truly so ugly that he needed to wear a mask, how hurtful her words could be~
Yet merely observing his stature and demeanor, it was impossible to associate him with ugliness.
Even with a black robe wrapped tightly around him, it couldn’t hide the innate aura he exuded.
After all, such aura was something that emanates from one’s bones, impossible to conceal.
The man heard Wen Xiao’ai’s words and after a moment of shock, unexpectedly laughed.
He laughed until his eyes were red, until tears appeared.
In front of him appeared a scene from a thousand years ago when they first met —
He was bored at the time and heard that the Muyun Immortal Peak in the Immortal Realm had a Ziqiong Tree that had grown for ten thousand years, blooming once every five hundred years, bearing fruit once every thousand.
The Ziqiong Fruit aids cultivation and enhances mana.
Did you think he went for himself?
Of course not. He was the mighty Demon Lord; what magic artifact to enhance his cultivation wouldn’t he have? How could he be interested in such things as the thousand-year Ziqiong Fruit?
Even if he were interested, why would he steal it?