The Infant Whose Heart, Bones, and Eye Were Taken:Cultivating into a Demon

Fang Ling turned to look at her. Ten years had passed, and her appearance had matured, but she still had that shy demeanor.

"Shall we find a place to catch up?" Bai Ying invited.

Fang Ling nodded lightly and followed her to his residence.

"Have you been waiting here for ten years?" Fang Ling asked on the way.

Bai Ying replied, "I was fortunate to gain enlightenment at the Dragon Arena, so I struck while the iron was hot and bought a house in Great Zhou to perfect the methods I comprehended back then."

"I've stayed here for ten years, and I was just about to leave recently."

"But it’s quite a coincidence that I get to see you before I go."

"I see," Fang Ling responded.

Although Bai Ying explained earnestly, her story was full of holes.

She was the saintess of Tianyin Pavilion and, by convention, should not stay long in Great Zhou.

As for perfecting her methods, that was nonsense. He also gained enlightenment at the Dragon Arena and created two supreme techniques.

The methods created from enlightenment were already quite perfect; there was no opportunity to further perfect them after leaving the Dragon Arena.

Even though Bai Ying was lying, he didn't expose her, not wanting to spoil the mood.

After a while, Fang Ling followed Bai Ying to a mansion in the eastern part of the city.

In this large mansion, there wasn't even a single servant; she had been living here alone all these years.

Bai Ying led him to a pavilion and personally brewed tea for him.

She was skilled in playing the zither and took great care of her hands, which were well-maintained and beautiful.