Ouyang Jin silently watched, a nine-year-old Advanced-level Sage, masterful medical skills as if touched by the divine, mysterious medicinal liquids? How many secrets had such a delicate body shouldered, and what else was there that he didn't know of?
The more he looked, the more shocked he felt, the closer he got, the more puzzled he became. Was she really the same Ouyang Zhiyan as before? If so, how could one person change so drastically? Even if her cultivation base could be concealed, what about her personality?
Ouyang Jin's dark pupils turned even darker as he gazed deeply at Zhiyan, eventually shaking his head helplessly, bending over, and carefully lifting her up.
The touch was ice cold, the girl in his arms was sleeping soundly, her eyelids closed, her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, her brows furrowed tightly, even in her dreams, she seemed restless. Ouyang Jin tightened his hold on her slightly, as if trying to offer her some comfort.
