“Hah!” Yun Che let out a cold, indifferent chuckle. “Can you see the devil in my eyes then?”

Cang Shuhe stared directly into his eyes before answering, “The devil in Your Magnificence’s eyes is dark, sinister, and ready to devour a deserving person at any moment. However, it no longer seems to live in your heart and soul.”

Yun Che: “...”

Qianye Ying’er: “...”

“Ahem! Ahemhemhemhem!” Noticing that Qianye Ying’er’s expression was off, Cang Shitian hurriedly interrupted the conversation with a question, “How is Shuhe’s condition, Your Magnificence?”

“...” Yun Che stared into Cang Shuhe’s supple eyes one more time before summoning a white light around himself. It flowed along the soft sprout that was Shuhe’s hand and spread to her entire body.

Cang Shuhe was born with a defective life vein. If a king realm’s god emperor hadn’t paid every price to keep her alive, she would’ve died a long, long time ago.

Every part of Cang Shuhe’s body rejoiced like a dying plant that was blessed with timely rain. Her life force was growing exponentially at an extraordinary rate.

Most permanently sick people would be hard pressed to control their emotion after such a miracle had fallen upon them. However, as far as Yun Che could sense, Cang Shuhe’s mind and aura were as calm as a windless lake. There were barely any ripples of emotion at all.

He furrowed his brows and looked up. He discovered that Cang Shuhe was watching him with...