It might be the strongest, but it had no way to use that power.
Su Ye looked at the sleeping Xuanwu and suddenly understood why it had been so eager to form a contract with her.
It had sent its tripod furnace to scout out a good sleeping spot in advance, and it had taken a liking to her Medicine King ring.
'To think I'd just make a trip to the Yang family and somehow end up with the ancient Xuanwu.'
It was dusk by the time Su Ye returned to the Prince Mansion. The afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky, and magnificent clouds hung in the west like a slowly unfurling scroll.
She checked the study and her bedroom, but Su Qing was still nowhere to be found.
A moment later, she saw Fei Han again. He stood at the entrance to the side hall, limping as if severely injured.
Su Ye stopped in her tracks. Seeing his miserable state, she couldn't help but speak.
"Why don't you go and rest?"
Fei Han's expression was cold.
"No need. It's just a minor injury."
Su Ye shook her head.
