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As the dim sky gradually turned to a pale dawn, we walked together back to the entrance of the Demon Suppression Cave.
Throughout the journey, Song Lan appeared troubled, as if he had something to say but couldn't find the words.
Unfortunately, my mind had reached its limit, and I found it difficult to pay attention to him any longer.
I couldn't help but stifle an ungraceful yawn and rubbed my eyes.
"Are you tired, miss?" he asked.
"Yes," I admitted honestly with a nod.
Since arriving here, I had completely lost track of time, and my daily routine was in complete disarray. Eventually, I gave up on trying to maintain or adjust it; I simply allowed myself to sleep when I felt sleepy and wake when I felt awake, disregarding the concept of time altogether.
For me, there was only the distinction between day and night now.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to rest now. Master Song, please feel free to do as you wish." I was too exhausted to care about his reaction and turned directly into the Demon Suppression Cave.
"Xuan, I'll leave the rest to you. Call me if anything happens," I habitually instructed Xuan.
Whenever I felt sleepy, I would ask Xuan to stay nearby just in case... Although I wasn't sure if it truly listened and stayed put without wandering off, at least nothing had gone wrong so far.
"Gao!" (Understood!)
Ahh—this time I was really tired.
Once inside the cave, I set down Fenghua from my arms and lay down on the stone platform that I had been using as a bed, instantly falling into a deep sleep.
A dreamless sleep.
As I opened my eyes in a daze, my vision gradually sharpened, revealing the dimly lit black cavern before me. For a moment, I was disoriented, my mind racing to comprehend my surroundings, struggling to remember exactly where I was…
Right… this is the Demon Suppression Cave.
Faced with this familiar yet strange sight, it was hard to believe that I found myself in another world…
Looking at the light outside, it seemed I still had some time before nightfall to prepare.
Still feeling groggy, I got up and walked over to the clean pool inside the cave (since it was no longer a blood pool, I took the liberty of renaming it) and splashed some water on my face to wake myself up.
By the way, I wonder what Song Zichen is doing right now? Has he already left Potter's Field?
Gathering my thoughts, I habitually used Purification Magic to cleanse myself, tidying up my clothes and appearance. After confirming that everything was in order, I slung Fenghua over my shoulder and headed toward the cave entrance.
As soon as I stepped out, I spotted a familiar dark figure sitting cross-legged under the Sophora Tree, deep in thought.
Noticing my movement, he turned his gaze toward me.
"You’re awake, Miss Wei."
"…Good morning, Master Song."
"It’s getting late; it’s already past noon," he said with a light chuckle.
Oh, so I slept until the afternoon.
"Yes, sorry. I have no concept of time; I only know the difference between day and night." I scratched my face awkwardly, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.
"Is there only day and night in the other world?"
"No," I shook my head after careful thought. "In the illusion created by my master, there is only eternal night."
In my memory of those days, the boundless night sky was always adorned with a fixed moon and stars, never revealing the sun. However, the moonlight in the illusion was much brighter, unlike the hazy glow of Potter's Field.
That said, my ability to adapt to the night on Potter's Field was likely due to that experience.
"Eternal night?" Song Lan asked incredulously. "Then, before this, have you ever seen daylight?"
As for that, I still had some knowledge...
"Well... I'm not sure if it was to enhance my understanding, but my master took me out of the boundary a few times to witness it, so I can somewhat grasp it," I said nonchalantly as I crafted my response.
"Then, may I ask what your master did when she brought you from the other world to this place?"
"Stockpiling food," I replied with a smile, keeping it brief.
"...Is there a shortage of food in the other world?"
"No, it's purely because my master enjoys the food of this world. She always complains that the food produced in the illusion lacks such rich and distinct flavors, so every time she comes out of the boundary, she must try various delicacies and do some shopping," I shrugged helplessly. "It's funny how she dares to complain about a place she herself created..."
Song Lan fell silent for a moment, deep in thought.
"By the way, may I ask when you became your master's disciple? How did you come to know about that other world? Are there others in your sect?"
Ah, another question right on target.
I smiled confidently and said, "According to my master, she happened upon me as a baby at the boundary between realms during one of her outings and whimsically decided to take me back to raise and teach me. As for the illusion, it has always just been my master and me relying on each other; there has never been anyone else."
This doesn't need to be specially crafted, as it is already part of the identity settings.
Song Lan fell silent for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say.
"…So, what are your plans for the future, Miss?" he asked. "It wouldn't be wise to continue wasting time in this desolate wilderness, would it?"
"Hmm? I don't see anything wrong with that," I replied. Future? I hadn't thought too far ahead. "I suppose I should maintain the status quo for now until I figure out what I really should do." I scratched my face and smiled aimlessly. "After all, my master often reminded me, 'When you don't know what to do, just start with what you can do.'"
"Start with what you can do... Is that so?" Song Lan suddenly murmured, lowering his gaze.
I couldn't help but glance at him. "And what about you, Master Song? What are your plans for the future?"
At my words, he slowly raised his head to look at the Sophora Tree that was intertwined with his fate.
"I don't know... However, based on what you said earlier, Mr. Song should be unable to part from this tree, right?"
"No, leaving wouldn't be a problem. It's just that no matter how far you go, the influence of Life Pact still exists. As long as you're mentally prepared for the possibility of life and death tied to it, you'll be fine."
If you want to avoid death, you must stay by the other person's side and protect their life; if you feel indifferent about life and death, then it truly doesn't matter.
"I see..." Song Lan pondered for a moment before suddenly looking at me seriously. "To be honest, Miss Wei, Mr. Song has a rather unreasonable request."
Seeing his sudden solemn expression made me grow serious as well. I stepped forward and sat down across from him.
"Please go on."
He hesitated for a while before finally gathering his resolve to speak: "Since you can repair the missing parts of Mr. Song, I wonder if you could also Repair Soul?"
"Repair Soul?" My heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, I saw Song Lan carefully take out two Soul Locking Pouches from his bosom and gently place them on the ground.
I forced myself to suppress the shock within and maintained my composure, not allowing my turbulent emotions to spill over.
Wow... this felt exactly like receiving a quest from an NPC in a game!
Song Lan gestured for me to proceed. I took a deep breath, lightly placed my trembling fingers on the pouches, and closed my eyes to sense their contents—
Ah, indeed... Although I already knew what to expect, it was truly shattered beyond recognition...
Xu Ran opened her eyes, and I slowly withdrew my fingers, falling into deep thought.
"Miss?" Song Lan asked tentatively.
"... Regarding this young lady's soul, I might be able to attempt a restoration," I said, pointing to the pouch containing A-Qing. "As for the other one..."
"What about it?" Song Lan's expression grew somewhat tense.
"... Forgive my rudeness, Master Song, but are you certain he has the will to return to life?"
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