She glanced at Su He while speaking, and Su He nodded slightly: "Seven hundred and thirty thousand years."
Ji Feixue had been assisting him in refining the blade since he left, for a full seven hundred and thirty thousand years.
Baiyin stopped talking, baring her teeth fiercely: "Bah! Freeloader Turtle!"
Yet inside, there was a tinge of envy.
Su He laughed, landing beside Baiyin, wrapping an arm around her slender waist, and nudging against him.
"If I didn't rely on others, where would I be in this world?" He survived entirely by living off others.
"Bah!" Baiyin spat at him, then glanced at the scene of device refining that Su He had traced back.
Honestly envious. She could design such formations, but if she were to use the Refining Furnace, the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace that took eighty thousand years to condense would sever its roots today.
Baiyin had a pretty clear understanding of herself.
