"Have you eaten yet?" Nangong Yao, having recovered what was lost, was naturally very happy.
"Yes, we ate on the way," Nangong Yan replied.
"When you're free, I'll go see that boy you mentioned."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Yan giggled merrily.
As Ye Chen headed back to the inn, the Red Demonic Spirit asked, "You're not really going to listen to that girl and play the hero, are you?"
The Black Demonic Spirit said coldly, "I think that's exactly what he intends to do. You've followed him for so many years and still don't understand him; it seems all those years were for nothing."
Ye Chen did not speak. The number of pedestrians on the street had dwindled, for it was now midnight.
"It seems Qiandu Xiang is determined to get what he wants," the Black Demonic Spirit remarked coldly.
