"If you are worried, you can go to the cell with me tomorrow."
Ye Fan knew what Liu Yu was here for without asking.
But he didn't expect that the story of the female slave would spread so quickly. Even Liu Yu knew about it just a short time ago.
"Thanks……"
After a long while, Liu Yu slowly said these two words.
Hearing Liu Yu's thanks, Ye Fan raised his head and looked at him with a smile.
"I have always been worried that if you have the memory of the Yellow Emperor, you will choose to leave with the female slave. You can choose to stay, which is the greatest thank you to me."
"I am a soldier from the evil sect. If you don't kill me and just keep me by your side, it is already worthy of me following you for the rest of my life."
Liu Yu said to Ye Fan seriously.
"The things in that memory are of great help to me. I will become stronger and help you better."
Ye Fan lowered his head again and looked at the document in his hand.
For a moment, he didn't know how to face Liu Yu's sincerity.
After all, that "Little Leaf" was just a conspiracy and never really existed...
"Go back to practice. I will call you when I go to interrogate the female slave tomorrow."
Ye Fan continued to be busy with what he was doing.
Liu Yu saw Ye Fan busy and left the room silently.
But what he didn't know was that after he turned around, Ye Fan raised his head and looked at him with a very complicated look.
By the time Ye Fan finished handling the unfinished business of Di Jiang, it was already dark.
Ye Fan stood up reluctantly and walked to the ninth floor of Guangming Pavilion.
Sun Simiao was on the ninth floor, drowsy, when a crystal on the table suddenly glowed, and Ye Fan's figure appeared on it.
Sun Simiao narrowed his eyes due to the light, and immediately woke up when he saw Ye Fan's figure.
He walked to the door with a smile and saw Ye Fan walking over at a glance.
"You came!"
Sun Simiao greeted warmly.
"whispering sound!"
Ye Fan curled his lips and looked at the white-haired young man in front of him reluctantly.
"Don't look so reluctant. Trust me, I'll do it in a measured way."
Sun Simiao looked at Mark with a smile.
"What exactly did you ask me to do?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Sun Simiao, always feeling that he had evil intentions.
He didn't know what Sun Simiao was going to do to him, but since he had already agreed, he might as well make peace with it.
Ye Fan sighed secretly.
Sun Simiao didn't care whether Ye Fan was happy or not. Once he came to the ninth floor, he was in charge.
He dragged Ye Fan to his pharmacy.
Ye Fan looked around. There was a strong smell of medicine in this pharmacy, but unlike the Dan Pavilion a few floors below, the decoration here was much more refined and the medicinal materials were more diverse.
In the corner of the pharmacy, there is a screen with a small bed behind it.
Sun Simiao pulled Ye Fan to the bed.
"Just sit on it and practice as usual."
Ye Fan sat on it holding the broken jar in his arms.
He entered the cultivation state very quickly.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
Sun Simiao's eyes showed a strange state. In his eyes, spiritual power circulated along the meridians in Ye Fan's body.
"Good boy, even the innate spiritual beasts can't match this speed of spiritual power!"
Sun Simiao exclaimed.
Then, he took out a small bag from the medicine box next to him. In the small bag were gold needles of different lengths and thicknesses.
