Jiang Sha squinted his eyes, "She fell asleep."
Only then did Fan Wubing realize it was already her bedtime.
He quickly prepared to burn incense and take a bath. After finishing all the bedtime preparations, he picked her up and placed her into the coffin.
She smiled and said, "See you next month."
"Mm, good night."
Fan Wubing closed the coffin, set up restrictions, wiped away all traces from here, and then left the Slaughter Hall.
He wasn't in high spirits, hovering in the air, gazing at the midnight sea. In the distant shipping lanes, fleets of Flying Ships came and went. As for the Demon Cultivators planning to take advantage of the busy wartime to cause trouble, he had no thoughts on it. He couldn't control them, he could only ensure he wasn't affected. Saving the troubled was something righteous people should do.
Who would acknowledge Fan Wubing as a righteous person?
