Night!
Little Wei An had already fallen asleep; a child's world is always carefree.
Lin Fan smiled softly as he gazed at him, speaking quietly.
"Let me bear all the pressure."
The wooden box was placed inside his storage bag.
Over the years, he certainly thought about opening the wooden box to glimpse its true contents, but he restrained the impulse, with a voice deep inside warning him.
Promises must be kept.
Since he promised Old Immortal Wei, he must fulfill it.
Lin Fan didn't want to be someone who breaks his word.
"The group of magic practitioners from Fengyang Mountain has already threatened Ling Yuan City. This place is where little Wei An and I live, and I just want peace, without any disturbance."
Lin Fan cast a small spell on little Wei An, making his sleep even sweeter, unaffected by any outside noise.
Leaving the house, he set a restriction on the dwelling.
