"I'll help you get inside first to heal, and I'll go see what's going on," Ye Fan said gently to Li Zhaojun. Although he was somewhat chauvinistic, he always cherished the ones he loved.
Li Zhaojun nodded slightly. After Ye Fan's Nine Yang Divine Skill shattered her defenses again, the icy wall in her heart gradually began to melt.
Ye Fan helped her into the great hall, found a cushion for her to sit down, and allowed her to sit cross-legged and cultivate her energy.
Meanwhile, under the watchful eyes of Min Shang, Ye Fan went outside, drew the banner floating in the air into his hands, and compared it with the evil spirit banner from his storage bracelet. The patterns on them were basically the same.
"What do you have in your hand?" Min Shang seemed like a naive girl, curious about everything.
"This is the evil spirit banner. Have you heard of it?" Ye Fan turned to glance at her and asked.
Min Shang shook her head honestly. She was a naturally honest woman who couldn't lie.
