"All the Yin Fiend Spirits in my estate have been sucked dry by Lan Qinghuan... I have no way to get you new ones for the time being..." This was merely an indisputable excuse. If Morong Xuanling wanted Yin Fiend Spirits, he could easily find them himself; whether he found them or not was simply a matter of time.
Xiye spoke in a cool voice, his tone laden with helplessness, yet his crimson phoenix eyes held an inexpressible gentleness and doting fondness.
This caused Morong Xuanling, despite being filled with bewilderment, to let out a lingering sigh instead.
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