"Ye Chen, we're being too reckless. Is this really okay?"
Fang Ruolan looked at Ye Chen uneasily. After all, with Zhu Ziyue here, she didn't dare to be too impudent.
"We're not doing anything bad," Ye Chen said openly. "Your foundation as a Saint is too weak. I'm helping you temper your Sacred Essence. What's wrong with that?"
"..."
Ye Chen's serious demeanor made Fang Ruolan quiet down because... Ye Chen's words seemed very reasonable.
In fact, Ye Chen was constantly worried because he had no son.
The Ye Family's bloodline was cursed. Even though Ye Chen delved into epics, he couldn't break the curse.
The curse caused the decline of the Ye Family. Sooner or later, Ye Chen needed to find out the truth and break the curse, restoring the Ye Family's former glory!
"..."
In the room, Zhu Ziyue tossed and turned, unable to sleep, contemplating something.
"I'll return to Miaojiang tomorrow. Though the capital is bustling and lively, it simply doesn't suit me!"
