"Little girl, can you tell me what that was?" Now that he had confirmed Zhiyan was unharmed, Ye Wen had recovered from his earlier lapse and asked with a calm face.
The strange fragrance spread, and with his fourth-grade alchemist's cultivation base, how could he not detect the peculiarity? He was just very curious about what that thing was and how it possessed such a domineering power to burn.
"Xue Yaorao," Zhiyan enunciated, replying indifferently.
Xue Yaorao, as red as blood, yet fatally bewitching.
"Xue Yaorao, what a nice name. Rest well, I will come to see you again in three days," Ye Wen said, dispersing the crowd and nodding at Sharon to take good care of the little one. With a flash, he disappeared on the spot.
"Xue Yaorao, such a beautiful name," Shasha murmured to herself, her sense of Zhiyan's mystery intensifying.
"Carry me back to rest," Zhiyan said softly, turning her head slightly towards Sharon.
