Ling Yin looked at him with confusion: "Why ask that?"
Jiang Fan glanced around; the valley was neat and clean, visible at a glance.
Where's the chicken?
"Nothing really, pretend I didn't ask," Jiang Fan cupped his hands and bid farewell.
Long after he left, Demon Moon emerged carrying a bottle of sealed wine.
Looking at the untouched wine on the table, she huffed lightly: "I wanted to give him a bottle of wine."
"Ungrateful guy!"
Disappointment was hard to hide in her eyes.
Meticulously brewed osmanthus wine for Jiang Fan's successful tribulation, and he didn't take a sip.
Ling Yin said plainly, "The matter of Boundary Mountain is a hurdle he can't overcome in his heart."
"If this continues, you two will be destined never to meet in this lifetime."
"Go to Taicang State, change your identity, change your destiny."
Demon Moon was silent for a long while, then sighed: "Mother, forget it."
"He cares deeply about those around him; I don't want to deceive him."
