These are very boring.
The four types of "Fixed Palace Blood," which are exceedingly precious to ordinary cultivators, endowed Song Yan with a terrifying perception, allowing him to vaguely sense someone on the distant cliff and roughly hear their conversation without needing to extend his divine sense.
The notion of "birds of a feather flock together" once again corroborated his beliefs.
Junior Sister An Li was indeed a very good hiding place, and a place where he could take a brief breath amidst the treacherous and perilous situation.
He didn't pay much attention to the rest.
After all, Junior Sister An Li really lacked that kind of seductive feminine charm, which even "Old Master Li's two beautiful concubines" couldn't compare to.
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Song Yan returned to the room, extinguished the lamp but didn't immediately go to sleep, as he was still pondering the few words Yu Xuanwei had just let slip.
