She didn’t see the gold light that rged, only saw Fang Qingyu lose focus after touching the eggshell.
"Oh... it’s nothing, I was just thinking, this thing should be very important to Creation Technology, otherwise they wouldn’t have sent a Divine Chosen to fetch it."
Fang Qingyu snapped back to reality, shook his head, and looked at the eggshell.
The dazzling gold light, which could not be looked at directly, disappeared silently the mont it touched his fingertip, as if it had found its ho.
Only the cracked dark gold eggshell remained, emitting a faint afterglow in Jiang Wei’s palm.
"Indeed, it’s a pity this egg broke, sorry."
Jiang Wei listened and apologized again.
"It’s okay." Fang Qingyu endured the scorching and icy pain within, looking at the cracked eggshell, his eyes unusually calm, with even a hint of reckless ferocity, waved his hand casually, "Broken is broken, at worst, we’ll just snatch another one."
"Huh?" Jiang Wei’s small hands holding the eggshell paused, her clear big eyes suddenly widened, her little face filled with astonishnt, as if she hadn’t heard it clearly, or was shocked by such a simple and straightforward solution.
Snatch another one?
But that was a Divine Chosen... a Tier Two Extraordinary.
Currently, neither of them had even reached the peak of Tier One.
Fang Qingyu looked at her rarely seen dumbfounded expression, and his lips tugged, which pulled on his wound, making him inhale sharply.
Jiang Wei ca back to her senses, looking at Fang Qingyu’s pale face enduring the pain and the startling cracks beneath his skin, the astonishnt on her little face quickly faded, replaced by a kind of determination.
She carefully placed the cracked eggshell on the clean floor beside her, then suddenly stood up.
"You... wait here for a mont!" She said this, leaving a sentence behind, and her small figure quickly ran towards the bedroom.
Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold glass, closed his eyes to regulate his breath, trying to sort out the remaining violent and conflicting power within.
It didn’t take long before Jiang Wei ca running back, clutching a brand new notebook and a pen tightly in her hands.
She sat cross-legged directly opposite Fang Qingyu, spread the notebook open on her knees, her little face tense, her gaze focused almost to the point of reverence.
She took a deep breath and began to write furiously.
The tip of the pen glided over the pages, making a soft rustling sound, exceptionally clear in the silent living room.
Fang Qingyu looked at her serious profile, sowhat puzzled.
As ti passed, Jiang Wei wrote quickly, tiny beads of sweat even seeping out of her little face, as if she was recalling and replicating sothing extrely complex.
Finally, she filled two whole pages, exhaled deeply, as if completing an arduous task.
She carefully tore out those two pages, handed them to Fang Qingyu with both hands.
Her little face showed a trace of nervousness and embarrassnt, her voice very light:
"For you. This is what I once heard at ho when an uncle was doing Body Refinent, teaching his son, I listened on the side and noted it down. It’s called... Ash Destruction Tribulation Body? It should be much better than your current Body Refining Technique."
Fang Qingyu looked at the paper handed to him, covered in Jiang Wei’s neat yet slightly immature handwriting, filled with the routes of energy flow, Breathing Techniques, and various extrely harsh, almost torturous honing thods, profound and mysterious in content.
Indeed, it far surpassed his own Celestial Drum Thunder Sound Body.
This... is it another reward?
Fang Qingyu’s heart stirred slightly.
Seeing the pure concern and earnestness in Jiang Wei’s eyes, trying her utmost to help, a warmth quietly washed over his heart, temporarily suppressing the intense pain within.
He solemnly reached out, accepted the two pages, still seemingly warm from the girl’s touch.
"Thank you." Fang Qingyu’s voice was sowhat hoarse, but unusually sincere.
Jiang Wei, however, shook her head forcefully, the bit of embarrassnt on her little face instantly replaced by deeper seriousness: "No! The one who should say thank you is ! If it weren’t for you tonight..." her words stopped, a mont of clear fear flashed in her clear big eyes for the first ti, the most instinctive fear in the face of the abyss of death.
But then, that fear was covered by an odd calmness, as if rely stating a distant and familiar fact, "...I would have died again."
The overly calm statent caused an inexplicable heaviness in Fang Qingyu’s heart.
This little girl, how many deaths has she experienced?
At the sa ti, Fang Qingyu also understood.
Jiang Wei was a reincarnated being.
And definitely not her first ti.
So, she could say such things so calmly.
But this thing about death...
If it happened around him, it also ant, he was already on the brink of death.
Therefore, Fang Qingyu slowly spoke, his voice hoarse from intense pain, but his tone was unusually steady, piercing clearly through the wailing Jiang wind:
"Don’t worry, there won’t be a next ti."
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