Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

To be honest, Fan Zui is also curious now whether this rumor is true or false.

He sincerely admired Fan Bingyan for her fall from grace.

Such a feat is something that ordinary people cannot accomplish.

Falling into a lower realm is easy, but breaking through again is more than a hundred times more difficult.

What is it that she absolutely needs to obtain within this secret realm?

For this reason, they even went so far as to force themselves into a lower realm.

Fan Zui became somewhat curious.

“I’ll go to the secret realm with you this time,” Yu Linglong suddenly said.

Fan Zui glanced at her and said, "Your cultivation level looks alright, but your combat strength is rather weak. You should focus on your cultivation."

Who do you look down on!

Yu Linglong glared angrily.

Despite his expression, he was slightly surprised and uncertain inside.

How did he know that his cultivation level was somewhat "weak"?

Indeed, being made up of elixirs, it is somewhat "empty".

But how did he know?

unless……

After confirming her thoughts again, she felt inexplicably better.

A beautiful smile curved her lips, and as if suddenly remembering something, she spoke:

"Do you want to know if the story of the child bride is true or false?"

Fan Zui looked at her and asked, "You know?"

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Yu Linglong gave him a mischievous look, then said:

"do not know."

I have no idea what you're talking about...

Fan Zui ignored her and put the envelope away.

He then turned and headed towards his villa.

Yu Linglong lifted her foot to follow.

"Hey, aren't you curious?"

"What are you curious about?"

"The rumors about your childhood sweetheart."

In fact, Fan Zui was pretty sure that Yu Linglong knew something about whether the rumors were true or false.

However, he did not ask any further questions.

He'll find out everything, true or false, once he arrives in the City of Daughters and meets his godfather.

Speaking of the City of Daughters, this place is truly shrouded in mystery.

No one expected that after the fire in the City of Daughters burned for seven days and seven nights, a glimpse of the hidden realm would be revealed.

The entrance to the secret realm was originally hidden in the City of Daughters.

No wonder people all over the world have been searching for it, but have found no clues.

The City of Daughters is one of the four forbidden places in the world.

If there is no need, who would dare to easily set foot in it?

It's not surprising that the secret realm is located in a forbidden area.

He suddenly remembered that he had visited an ancient castle when he entered the capital.

That island may also have some connection with Ji Cangjin.

It's just unclear what the specific connection is.

Everything is a mystery...

Hopefully, this trip to the secret realm will yield some answers.

"I have a question for you," Yu Linglong said suddenly as they walked side by side.

"No."

"Why?" Yu Linglong was taken aback.

"Judging from your sly grin, it's definitely not something nice to say. You'd better not ask."

Yu Linglong winked at him and asked:

What kind of girl do you like?

Fan Zui looked her up and down and said, "Of course it's someone like you."

Such blunt words made Yu Linglong blush instantly.

As she passed by the Jade Exquisite Courtyard, she asked:

"Won't you come in and sit for a while?"

"I'm not doing it anymore. This kind of thing is more convenient at night."

Yu Linglong was slightly taken aback. What did she mean by night or day?

By the time she realized what was happening, Fan Zui was already gone.

"What a bastard!"

In that instant, her charm was on full display.

It carried a hint of anger, as well as shyness.

Her charm when she was angry was like a blooming flower with a captivating, delicate anger.

His long, slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if fluttering like feathers, and his eyes held a burning anger.

Her gentle lips curved slightly upward, outlining a mysterious smile, like a light veil of fluttering flowers.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the strands of hair on her forehead, as graceful as spring vines, yet carrying an undisguised smile.

The angry voice, like a gentle breeze, whispered both temptation and authority.

It possesses both the sharpness of anger and the warmth of tenderness.

His eyes were like a stream, clear and sharp.

"This kid is all talk and no action; I wonder how good he really is."

As she spoke, she had already returned to her own courtyard.

"That little vixen, Orange, should know..."

Night gradually fell.

Star Observation Tower.

A thousand meters underground, in a small world.

Li Hanqiu sat by the window, combing her hair.

The dappled shadows were cast inside the room, and the moonlight was as fluid as water.

The purple-haired beauty sat before her dressing table, resembling a fragrant crape myrtle flower, both reserved and alluring.

With her slender fingers, she lightly flicked the silver hairpin, her hair cascading down like a waterfall as she meticulously combed it.

Those strands of purple hair, as soft as feathers, fluttered in the night breeze like the flowing hair of a celestial maiden.

Her movements were like a dragon soaring through the clouds, skillful and graceful.

Her profile was stunning, her skin as white as jade, and her elegant face radiated a mysterious charm.

The faint sorrow between her brows, like crape myrtle buds about to bloom, exudes a captivating fragrance.

Her delicate lips curved slightly, revealing a faint smile.

The flickering lamplight illuminated her alluring face, making her appear dreamlike and enchanting.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes deep and mysterious, as if reflecting the flowing starlight, sparkling like precious gems.

Those strands of purple hair danced like smoke and mist, like silk threads, reflecting the endless eeriness deep within her heart.

Li Hanqiu, with her purple hair, savored her reflection in the mirror, then slowly extended her jade-like fingers and gently flicked them in the air, as if painting an alluring poem or painting.

She blooms like a crape myrtle flower, serene yet sharp, exuding a unique charm.

Suddenly a figure appeared behind him, kneeling on one knee.