Li Cangyan wanted to say something but couldn’t speak in front of everyone.

Yao Yao looked at them and gradually revealed a contented smile.

In the main plotline, the Naitian Secret Realm is a significant plot point. However, the Naitian Secret Realm only appears every ten years, with an unpredictable location. Its last appearance was in the Mirage of the Eastern Sea.

And this time, the secret realm appeared in the Forsaken Abyss.

The male and female leads are in great danger within this secret realm and have encountered several life-threatening situations. This is still the case even with Ji Yao as an infinite healing source, the spiritual beast Golden Winged Spirit Eagle, and the small holy artifact, the Divine Sword.

Now, all they have is confidence.

“Great!” Yao Yao clapped her hands sincerely. Perhaps the ancient Demon can directly reclaim his eyes in front of them.

However, it seems that the main plotline will continue as usual. The Forsaken Abyss cannot be stayed in for long, and she needs to quickly return to find her little demon.

Yao Yao touched her bone pendant. It had been over a day since she last saw Chong Yan. They used to see each other every day on her phone.

Li Cangyan looked at Yao Yao intently.

He had only just adjusted his internal energy. Ji Rong’s blow was heavy, causing him significant internal injuries. But fortunately, Yao Yao had returned. As long as she gave him some blood, his injuries would immediately heal. Moreover, according to the secret message, if he had intimate contact with a woman of bloodline heritage, her blood would not only heal his wounds but also increase his internal energy.

He was injured, and his junior sister cared for him so much. As his fiancée, her concern must be even greater.

Li Cangyan’s face pale, he gently said, “It’s okay, Yao Yao. I don’t blame you, nor do I care about Ji Rong’s attack.”

Because it seemed that Ji Rong still didn’t know the power of the bloodline of the Ji family’s women. As long as he could control Yao Yao and make use of her, he would not only have her bloodline power but also the mysterious figure behind her who could take the Divine Sword.

He would surpass Ji Rong soon. It was within reach.

Yao Yao was speechless and said, “If you can’t beat him, just say you can’t beat him.”

Li Cangyan suddenly paused.

Then Yao Yao turned her head and began to speak in a voice only Ji Rong could hear, rapidly revealing a torrent of information. “Brother, in fact, I inherited our mother’s special bloodline. It has the power to heal gods and humans. So, Li Cangyan wants to take me, and drain my blood.”

Ji Rong said, “What?”

The young man couldn’t even process this immense amount of information before his sword was flying through the air again.

“Ji Rong, stop!”

“What’s happening again?”

“With the chaos caused by the ancient demons, we must not act impulsively.”

Yao Yao continued speaking to Ji Rong, “Because of this special blood, I often have a fever. It’s only in cold places like the Forsaken Abyss that I feel a little better. And this blood is immune to demonic creatures and has a dispelling function. So, rest assured, I am safe while staying inside the Forsaken Abyss.”

No wonder he couldn’t find her location after he came out of seclusion.

Ji Rong’s face changed a few times as he quickly absorbed this information and then made a decisive decision. “I’ll accompany you.”

But Yao Yao shook her head and quietly took out the Soul Anchoring Nail. Li Cangyan had been keeping a close eye on her, instantly realizing this was not good.

Just as he was about to intervene, Ji Rong’s sword flew out and blocked him.

Yao Yao quickly said to Ji Rong, “The Forsaken Abyss lacks spiritual energy, and it’s even more unbearable for those with higher cultivation. I’ll come out once I solve the problem. So, brother, can I ask you for one last thing?”

Ji Rong immediately replied, “Tell me.”

He already felt so distressed, and he would do anything his sister asked for. If she wanted the head of that person, he would cut it off for her.

“What do you want?”

However, Yao Yao smiled shyly.

“Soil.”

Yao Yao smoothly returned to the Forsaken Abyss.

She held a pot of spiritual soil in her arms, a bone pendant hung around her neck, the tracking bracelet her brother had given tucked in her hand, the Divine Sword at her waist, and the Soul Anchoring Nail shining brightly. She returned fully loaded.

The Soul Anchoring Nail would take her near the ancient demon, and Yao Yao originally planned to tell it about the Divine Meteor Eye in the Naitian Secret Realm. However, when she looked up, she couldn’t see that massive figure amidst the silvery landscape.

It seems it really cared for itself a little. It was a good obedient dog.

So, Yao Yao put away the Soul Anchoring Nail, placed Chong Yan’s bone pendant in the middle of the tracking bracelet, and went to find her little demon.

But Chong Yan wasn’t under the usual tree where he daydreamed.

Nor was he in that lake.

Not by the edge of the cliff either.

Yao Yao followed the tracking bracelet for a long time, so long that she felt tired and put away all the things into her treasure chest. She only held the pot of soil with rose seeds in her arms.

Then she was directed to a cliff.

There was actually a set of icy steps leading to the top of the cliff, leading to a small ice platform.

The Forsaken Abyss was deep and bottomless, but this small ice platform could catch a ray of sunlight, glistening and transparent.

Yao Yao had never unlocked this location before, so she quietly walked up the icy steps.

She first saw a sea of red.

Then she saw Chong Yan’s back.

He sat immaculately clean in the midst of a field of roses, lost in thought. Frost had already formed on his sleeves.

Yao Yao hesitated and realized that each rose was planted on ice, requiring a constant supply of power day and night to maintain its color.

Without counting, Yao Yao knew that those were the 365 roses she had given him.

Each one had the year carved into the ice beneath it.

Yao Yao held the pot of soil and stood in Chong Yan’s rose field, finally realizing one thing.

Her one day was equivalent to many, many years for Chong Yan.

Her accompanying him for one day would require him to spend many, many years.

He waited for the roses to come.

And waited before the roses came.

Yao Yao blinked her eyes and walked to the last step of the icy staircase.

Her steps were light.

The little demon wore clean clothes. The back of his collar was pure white, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were as cold as ice and snow. He pursed his lips, not daring to look up.

So, in the midst of the little demon’s rose field, a pot of soil appeared.

“It will turn into a flower too,” Yao Yao squatted down beside him and whispered softly.

She wouldn’t make him wait so long.

Chong Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the pot of soil, taking a long time to thaw from his frozen state before slowly looking at her.

“Good.”

The ancient would be gentle. It would regain its divine power. It would try not to be so monstrous.

“Don’t be afraid of me.”

Yao Yao had no idea that her three words were misunderstood by him, but starting with “I,” she had many things she wanted to say, and she could tell him everything.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

Yao Yao reached out and touched his frosted hair.

“I missed you, Chong Yan.”