Jiang Fan felt a surge of gratification.
The companion who had walked alongside him from the Continent had finally arrived at this world's highest stage. A sense of comfort welled up within him—the solace of having someone by his side on this long, arduous journey.
Once the anomaly vanished, Xia Chaoge's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened a pair of clear, bright eyes. Reflected in them was solely the smiling figure of Jiang Fan.
Her heart brimmed with gratitude. "Thank you, Martial... Teacher!"
She had almost blurted out the words "Martial Uncle."
Jiang Fan smiled. "There's no need to thank me."
In his heart, he thought, "I owe you much more."
She had followed him through life and death on multiple occasions and gifted him her life-saving feathers several times. How could a mere two drops of Holy Blood ever fully repay that debt?
After pondering for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Are you willing to leave the Northern Heavenly State with me?"
