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"and many more--"

Meeting Fan Ning's gaze, the Sect Master seemed to have sensed something and immediately stood up from his chair, his expression becoming serious. "This isn't the time to joke around. Do you really know what you're talking about?"

"Do I look like I'm about to joke?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, holding down Ling You, who was looking a little anxious, with one hand, and said with a smile, "If it's just to supplement what the Heavenly Dao needs... it's not a big deal to me."

The abyss eroded a lot of the power of the origin of the way of heaven, but for her... those powers had long become a part of her body along with the new laws because of the change of the world.

Perhaps the Heavenly Dao had such considerations in mind before submitting an application to the System Administration - if something cannot be solved in one's own world, then change to another world, and find a body that will not be bound by the laws.

Fan Ning did not dislike this choice made for survival, but the winner takes all. If the way of heaven failed, the initiative should return to her.

"Fan Ning, no, you have to come with me," Ling You didn't think so. For some reason, he could trust Fan Ning in other things, but only in this matter, the feeling of losing something in his heart was particularly intense.

"I can assist you with your plan, and even give you all my cultivation, but this matter itself has nothing to do with Fan Ning!" He turned his back and looked seriously at the elders behind him. The remaining tenderness in his eyes was hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and his face looked like a hedgehog with all its thorns erected to protect his last pure land.

Fan Ning had no intention of provoking him at this time. He just glanced at the three people in the room and followed Ling You away without resistance.

The two of them sat down in the bustling restaurant.

There weren't many people on the second floor, and even fewer monks. Apart from the voice of the storyteller below, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

"Why are you taking the initiative to take on this? That's the responsibility of repairing the way of heaven, it can easily crush anyone!"

Ling You's tone was a little anxious, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that his attitude was wrong. He softened his tone again with some reluctance: "I don't mean to blame you, but...how can you just say this directly when everyone involved might not be able to survive this responsibility?"

Even if she could really do it, who would care what price she had to pay?

Ling You felt terrified just thinking about it. If there were three different people today, he would not be able to leave so easily. Even if it meant provoking a war between the two worlds, he would definitely try his best to silence them.

After all, whether it's the responsibility of saving the world or the life and death of everyone... of course he cares, but all of these combined are not as important as the living Fan Ning standing in front of him.

"Have we met before?" Ling You noticed the excessive emotions swelling in his heart, as if he had truly lost the person in front of him. He couldn't help but ask first.

"I thought you would ask me earlier," Fan Ning did not respond to the previous words. She just smiled, turned around and said something to the system in her body.

Ling You's vision suddenly became blurred.

Not long after, he held the hand of the person in front of him tightly, as if he had lost it and found it again, and the corners of his eyes gradually turned red.

"You remember?" Fan Ning looked at him and said in a frivolous tone, "Now can you explain to me what's going on with the 'white moonlight' you've been looking for for a year?"

Ling You: “…”

Fan Ning was happy to tease him, "Come to think of it... I've been quite happy these days. According to the agreement, shouldn't I..."

"...No," Ling You closed his eyes, thinking back to what he had done recently, and the light in his eyes gradually faded, but there was only one thing he absolutely could not give in to.

"You can't cancel the Heavenly Dao Contract," he said in a deep and serious tone, "We agreed to be together forever, and that means forever."

Not even a moment less will do.

"Since you're back, what about the matter of Heaven's Way..." Ling You asked carefully.

"Of course it can be easily solved," Fan Ning said with a smile, and only mentioned the identity of "Demon Lord". "How does it feel to be the Demon Lord? That's a position I worked so hard to get."

"...It's still yours now," Ling You had no intention of occupying the high position. Instead, he cared more about another thing.

"You are not from this world, so will you leave in the future?"

Without waiting for Fan Ning to answer, he felt that his question was too sharp, so he changed his words: "I mean, as long as you come back, I will always wait for you."

"A monk's lifespan is very long. As long as I am alive, I will never break my promise to you."

Fan Ning was surprised for a moment, then casually pulled out a jade pendant from his sleeve. The crystalline jade reflected the other person's carefree face, which had nothing to do with the words. "Do you want this?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Ling You suddenly remembered something and his expression changed. "How many cultivators can recall those memories now?"

Fan Ning interrupted him and said in a long tone, "You really don't want it? This is handed to me by my mother herself. She also asked me to give it to the person who attracts me. If you don't want it--"

"I want it!" Ling You answered immediately. The moment the jade pendant fell into his hand, his pupils widened.

"Just accept it. Otherwise, I'll still have a headache about how to bring you back to my world." Fan Ning calmly drank a sip of warm tea, not seeming to realize that he had said anything shocking.

Ling You was startled, frightened and nervous, and there was even a cute dull look on his face.

With a creaky sound, the half-closed door was pushed open by a pair of hands.

Fan Ning wasn't surprised. After a "hmm" sound, he smiled and picked up Ling You's previous question: "You just asked me 'how many monks have remembered their memories'..."

Ling You stared blankly at the shadows outside the door that were almost overlapping due to the crowd.

“Yes, all of them.”

He stood up with a bang and tried to close the door, not even caring about his master who was standing outside.

Seeing that a commotion was about to break out, Qian Jiangyue, who was standing in the crowd, shouted first, "Don't close it, we're not here to force Fan Ning!"

The Sword Master and the Sect Leader, who noticed his gaze, also nodded.

Ling You still had some credibility with the Yueli Sect members. He thought about it for a moment, and when he noticed Fan Ning's calm demeanor behind him, he cautiously let go.

But even after giving up blocking the door, Ling You still stood in front of Fan Ning.

"If you have anything to say, just stand there and say it directly," he looked warily at the unfamiliar faces that appeared, and said, "After all, Fan Ning is a demon king, so he must have the qualifications to keep a distance and talk to you."