Fang Yang held the porcelain vial, watching Guan Qinghan's retreating figure, and felt increasingly perplexed about what the sacred girl of the Tianmo Sect had in mind.
She took the initiative to come to serve him, tended to him attentively, and even offered him an elixir when parting.
But it seemed as if she had struck it big.
He couldn't understand, really couldn't!
However...
It had to be said that tonight, Guan Qinghan's overbearing and clumsy demeanor had indeed breached the defenses of his heart and left a quiet mark.
Could it be...
This was also within her calculations?
He pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly. His divine consciousness automatically swept around, searching for anything unusual.
In fact, this function was something he only acquired after his breakthrough and the lighting of his life lamp.
Devils have the soul lamp, humans have the life lamp!
The soul lamp of a fierce devil is peculiar; all of its methods lie within the soul lamp.
