: I'll Remember You

Han Li, who was meditating cross-legged, suddenly heard a faint voice transmission enter his ears.

"Ahem... Kid, come here for a second."

Upon hearing that cold voice, he instantly opened his eyes and abruptly turned to look at where Nangong Wan was.

Nangong Wan frowned almost imperceptibly, seemingly slightly dissatisfied with his slowness.

Upon seeing this, Han Li felt an overwhelming surge of joy.

Suppressing his excitement, he subconsciously and quickly scanned his surroundings.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to what was happening on their side.

Han Li then carefully got up, feeling a mix of trepidation and inexplicable anticipation, and quickly walked away.

Nangong Wan raised an eyebrow and parted her cherry lips slightly: "Are you really sure?"

Her voice remained cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Han Li was taken aback, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Decide?

What decision?

Seeing his appearance, Nangong Wan felt a surge of anger rising inside her.

He glanced at Lu Jianghe's location, suppressed his anger, and with a cold snort, explained:

"I know you want to leave using this ancient teleportation array. Although you were saved by that person, don't expect me to be very kind to you."

She paused, her gaze sharp as she stared at Han Li: "Now I'll give you two choices."

"Firstly, I will give you a sufficient amount of spirit stones to settle our... fleeting relationship, as well as the favor of you asking someone to save you. From now on, we are even and will go our separate ways."

Secondly.

Nangong Wan slightly raised her chin, with a condescending and condescending attitude.

"If you leave here with me, I will refine some pills to help you form your core, and I will find a young female disciple with excellent aptitude and decent appearance for you to cultivate with within the Hidden Moon Sect. This can be considered as compensation for your 'life-saving grace' to me."

She deliberately emphasized her words, with a hint of sarcasm.

A life-saving favor that requires someone else's help.

Ok?

"With your aptitude and the aid of elixirs, even if you spend fifty or sixty years of hard work, you might have a 20-30% chance of successfully forming an elixir."

Her tone was arrogant, as if she were bestowing a great favor.

"Of course, if I'm in a good mood, I might even teach you a few of my Hidden Moon Sect's secret techniques. You should know that my Hidden Moon Sect's foundation is far superior to that of a mixed sect like Yellow Maple Valley. Many of our secret techniques are profound and mysterious, and outsiders simply cannot imagine their power."

After saying this, Nangong Wan looked aloof, her gaze fixed on Han Li, awaiting his choice.

That posture suggested he was certain he would choose the second option.

Han Li crossed his arms, rested his chin on his right hand, and fell into deep thought.

These two options seem far too disparate.

One was like a complete stranger, while the other was almost a mentor.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like Nangong Wan deliberately guided him to choose the second option.

He looked up at her, and sure enough, a complex expression flashed across Nangong Wan's eyes, her expression seemingly carrying a hint of anticipation.

Seeing that he remained silent for so long, Nangong Wan's impatience deepened, and she urged, "If you've thought it through, hurry up and say it!"

Upon hearing this urging, Han Li almost simultaneously and subconsciously glanced at Lu Jianghe not far away.

That posture, that unfathomable composure...

Should we follow Nangong Wan, or this unpredictable figure before us?

The answer seems to require no further thought.

Han Li longed to become someone like Lu Jianghe...

Having made up his mind, Han Li took a deep breath and slowly said, "I've thought it through. I choose the first one."

Nangong Wan's impatience vanished instantly, replaced by astonishment.

He stared at Han Li's face for a long time, until the latter began to feel uneasy.

She tossed a red storage bag at his feet.

"The spirit stones are all here, and I'll also give you some commonly used materials."

When she said this, Nangong Wan's voice was as cold as frost.

The biting cold gave Han Li goosebumps.

He was startled and hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had made the wrong choice.

He didn't pay attention to the other party throwing the storage bag at his feet, bent down to pick it up, and scanned it with his divine sense.

There were indeed quite a few spirit stones, including dozens of mid-grade spirit stones, as well as a variety of other miscellaneous materials.

The sheer amount of money surprised him greatly.

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

Nangong Wan's voice grew even colder, "That's all? Then I'll be leaving."

Han Li's mind was still focused on the storage bag, and he only had time to utter an "Oh".

Upon hearing this perfunctory response, Nangong Wan paused almost imperceptibly, seemingly genuinely amused by her anger.

She abruptly turned around, no longer glancing at Han Li, and walked straight towards Lu Jianghe.

Even if the two were isolated from each other during their conversation, it wouldn't be difficult for the latter to detect it with his divine sense.

But Lu Jianghe has never had the habit of eavesdropping.

Left and right are essentially the same; though there may be subtle differences, they are fundamentally no different.

Lu Jianghe watched as Nangong Wan walked straight toward him, the bamboo scroll still in his hand, his expression calm, waiting for her to approach.

It has to be admitted that Han Li is really lucky.

Nangong Wan's beauty is truly rare in the world.

Lu Jianghe once read a scholar's notes in the Sword Qi Great Wall, which recorded an old court makeup style called "Yichun Makeup", which described the stunning beauty and charm of Nangong Wan, who could be ranked among the top.

Thinking of the Pure Maiden Reincarnation Technique she cultivated, it seemed that she did not need to take any anti-aging pills, and could naturally return to her youthful appearance whenever the technique was reincarnated.

The mystery within is unknown to anyone.

"I'll remember you."

Nangong Wan spoke calmly, ultimately not daring to get too close.

Lu Jianghe tapped his palm lightly with the bamboo slip in his hand and chuckled, "Miss, are you sure you've got the right person for this?"

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, Nangong Wan bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashing in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed her turbulent emotions.

The person in front of him was not the kid Han Li could easily manipulate.

The opponent's strength far surpassed his own; otherwise, he could not have so easily rescued himself from the two mid-stage Core Formation cultivators of the Ghost Spirit Sect, nor could he have unleashed such a thunderous technique.

"Can I leave now?"

Nangong Wan asked.

Lu Jianghe nodded slightly: "Anytime is fine."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Nangong Wan said no more and turned to walk towards Yan Ruyan, who was talking to Xin Ruyin.

She didn't pull the other person away, but simply stood beside Yan Ruyan and asked:

"Are you really determined to leave with them and go to that distant, unknown place?"

Yan Ruyan looked at her former martial uncle, a bitter smile on her face: "Senior Nangong, do I have any other choice? Or... can you take me away from here?"

Nangong Wan remained silent upon hearing this.

He glanced at Lu Jianghe, who wasn't paying attention to them.

The other party seemed completely unconcerned about what she might do to take Yan Ruyan away.

In Nangong Wan's view, this certainty was itself a silent threat.