Inside a quaint and elegant room, several pots of priceless Ningshen Grass released a peculiar fragrance.
Shen Lang sat alone in a chair, lost in thought.
Nalan Ziyun gently entered, holding Little Crystal's hand.
Little Crystal widened her crystal-pure eyes, walked up to Shen Lang, and patted his cheek. "Big Brother, you have to be happy!"
A smile broke across Shen Lang's face as he scooped Little Crystal into his arms. "Don't worry, Little Crystal. Big Brother is fine."
Nalan Ziyun hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something. After a moment, she said, "I'll go find Dingdang and try to explain..."
With that, Nalan Ziyun started to turn away.
Shen Lang looked up, his gaze as brilliant as the stars. "Explain what?" he asked calmly. "And how?"
"So you're just going to let her misunderstand you? Besides, how can we let her spend all her time with those Demonic Cultivators?" Nalan Ziyun said after a moment's hesitation.
