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"What is this?"

Unable to discern the truth, Chen Guan stopped guessing and simply asked An Changqing directly.

"I mentioned it to you once before when we were at the Northern Ruins."

Chen Guan thought about it and realized that there was indeed such a thing.

During the time at the Northern Ruins, just as he was about to confront that voice, An Changqing stopped him and said that when he returned, he had something he wanted to give him.

Later, due to various distractions, the matter was put on hold.

"I remember now."

Chen Guan placed the box on the table, leaned against the edge of the table, crossed his arms, and looked at An Changqing.

"But isn't it a bit too much of a show for you to come over in the middle of the night to deliver something?"

This is something he can't understand. Why would someone come all the way over at night to deliver something, especially when their hair isn't even dried?

An Changqing's lips twitched, forming a rather unconventional smile.

"Because I'm afraid if I don't send it now, I won't have the chance again."

He said it very lightly, like a casual joke, but there was no hint of a joke in his tone.

Chen Guan's finger stopped on the wooden box lid, and he looked up at An Changqing.

These words are quite heavy.

It feels like a whole bunch of flags have suddenly been stuck on his head again.

An Changqing did not avoid his gaze, walked to the window and pushed it open halfway. The night wind blew in and blew a few scattered papers on the table.

"Tonight, when we were underground, Yue Teng said you were swallowed by a cocoon."

An Changqing's figure was reflected in the moonlight, and his voice was even softer than before.

"In that instant, I realized that I couldn't do anything at all."

"They don't even have the ability to get close to the altar."

"I am a fifth-grade student, the son of the student council president and the association president."

He turned around, his expression complex, somewhat forlorn.

"Those titles were worthless in that context."

Chen Guan remained silent.

An Changqing leaned against the window frame and continued speaking.

"I've always felt that I can protect the people around me. This is something I was taught from a young age, and it's also a requirement I set for myself."

"But this time, if you hadn't come out of the cocoon yourself, I don't dare to think about what the outcome would have been."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"So you came here in the middle of the night, staying up all night, just to tell me this."

Chen Guan broke the silence, wondering what it was about.

An Changqing, this kid, really thinks he's a savior.

He's a typical male lead, but as a person, it's too tiring.

"An Changqing, you're overthinking it."

"I didn't think too much about it."

An Changqing shook his head.

"So you think I'd die in a place like that?"

An Changqing was taken aback by those words and gave a helpless smile.

How could he respond to that? If he agreed, he couldn't say yes; if he didn't, wouldn't that be contradictory?

"You never give me a way out when you talk."

Chen Guan shook his head: "You're being sentimental. I'm not good at responding to this kind of talk."

An Changqing was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, much more naturally than before.

"Okay, then I'll put it another way."

He pointed to the wooden box on the table, thus changing the subject.

"Let's open it and take a look."

Chen Guan lowered his head and pushed open the box lid with his thumb.

A piece of pure white jade appeared before his eyes.

The overwhelming vitality almost leaps out at you, becoming tangible.

Chen Guan's fingertips hovered above the white jade, and before he even touched it, a warm sensation seeped into his bones through his skin.

That warmth was different from spiritual energy; it was closer to the pulse of life itself.

"Soul-Sustaining Jade".

An Changqing spoke up, "It can repair damage at the level of the soul and also has a mitigating effect on soul cracks."

Chen Guan stopped pointing. He didn't look up; his gaze was fixed on the piece of white jade.

Damage to the spirit and soul.

A crack in the soul.

He thought of another version of himself in the coffin.

"This thing must be expensive."

Chen Guan's voice sounded casual, but his expression betrayed him.

An Changqing leaned against the window frame, the moonlight shining in from behind him, casting a long shadow.

"I bought it when I found a suitable one."

An Changqing spoke these words with a calm expression, showing no sign of distress.

Chen Guan's lips twitched: "If Chairman An finds out how wasteful you are, he'll probably want to have a talk with you."

"My dad won't care about these things."

An Changqing's tone was relaxed, but Chen Guan could tell that the significance of this gift was far greater than he made it out to be.

The Soul-Sustaining Jade is something he can't buy through any channel; it's immeasurable in monetary terms.

Chen Guan remained silent for a moment, then closed the lid and put the wooden box into his storage ring.

"I'll accept it."

An Changqing had been waiting for those two words. He nodded and didn't say anything more sentimental.

"Thank you, An Changqing."

Chen Guan nodded, his gratitude for An Changqing's thoughtfulness was genuine, though he couldn't express it aloud.

The condition of the original body inside the coffin was always a source of worry for him. That hole was like a bottomless pit. Every day when he woke up, he would count the days that were missing, and even he was somewhat exhausted.

The Soul-Sustaining Jade arrived just in time.

After delivering the items, An Changqing didn't leave: "There's something else I'm unsure about, and I'd like to hear your thoughts."

"What do you think of the spells Yuehe used tonight?"

Chen Guan thought for a moment and recalled the methods Su Yuehe had used underground.

My first reaction... to be honest, was a bit surprised.

"What you're worried about is the backlash from the forbidden technique on her."

"Backlash is just one aspect of it."

An Changqing frowned, sat up straight, and placed his hands on his knees.

"I've known her for over ten years, we grew up together. Her special ability is the power of words, which is knowledge-based, and she takes a support role."

He paused.

"But what she used tonight went beyond the scope of the Word of Power system."

"Soul Searching, Sleeping, those forbidden techniques, all carry blood-red spiritual energy fluctuations."

An Changqing lowered his voice.

"Her spiritual power is white, leaning towards the warm end of the spectrum; that's basic common sense."

"But when she casts forbidden spells, her fingertips are surrounded by blood red. Other casters of forbidden spells don't have this change in their spiritual energy. So, I'm worried that she might have altered these forbidden spells."

Chen Guan sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

He was thinking about something.

Barr.

That being, a long time ago, said something cryptic.

Su Yuehe is composed of two parts.

He still can't understand the meaning of those words, but Barr's words were probably not unfounded.

Adding to what An Changqing just said, it doesn't feel like a good omen.

"I've never heard of this situation before, but I'll be going to the library after class tomorrow."

An Changqing nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Although An Changqing has good grades, they are limited to textbooks. Asking him to work on things outside the textbooks would be as difficult as asking a mute person who has lost both arms to cry.

As for finding outsiders, that's even more impossible. Is that something you can talk about to outsiders?