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Yet, nobody was foolish enough to believe that as long as one died, possessing a Soul Return Pill would guarantee their revival.

It was because Nangong Qianmo had Beiting Huang by her side, almost immediately upon dying had Beiting Huang preserved her using the best techniques. Also, she was preserved in a Bangle Space where the Spiritual and Demonic Qi was exceptionally rich, and had the protection of a spiritual vein, waiting until Beiting Huang refined the Soul Return Pill.

But was the Soul Return Pill so easy to refine? While the formula for refining the Soul Return Pill had spread throughout the continent following Beiting Huang’s actions in Danska City, each and every ingredient required was a divine item, worlds away from the reach of ordinary people.

If the formula for the Soul Return Pill offered hope, those ingredients simultaneously heralded despair.

Naturally, Nangong Qianmo had Nangong Qianxi in the side hall to look after her, having just woken up, there were many things she wasn’t clear about. While accompanying her in the side hall, Nangong Qianxi was also there to explain the changes on the continent, to better integrate her into the team.

The others had all left the side hall. Time was getting late, and Flame City had prepared a banquet, with the fragrance of wine and meat permeating the air and goblets clinking. Beiting Huang followed close to Lord Beiting Jing, sitting at the same table with Dongfang Jiao, Dongfang Ao, and Ximen Song, while Yan Ye sat with the Great Elder and the high officials of Huang City at another table.

“His Highness the Night King, I’m not sure whether to address you as His Highness the Night King or the Lord of Flame City,” Beiting Lin said with admiration, raising his glass to Yan Ye, “We have come early because there is an important matter we need to discuss with Your Highness. I wonder if Your Highness has time to talk with us?”

Yan Ye lifted his glass and greeted Beiting Lin in return, his gaze lingering as he glanced over at Beiting Huang and nodded, “I too have matters to discuss with the Southern Spirit Leader and the four revered ones. How about tonight?”

Over at Beiting Huang’s side, Dongfang Jiao was pleading with her to take them on a tour of Flame City, “I’ve heard that around the fifteenth of September, the night markets of Flame City are especially bustling…”

Hearing this, Lord Beiting Jing’s eyebrows moved imperceptibly. The fifteenth of September was Little Ninth’s birthday, and the City Lord of Yan City was none other than Yan Ye. On his way here, Lord Beiting Jing had also heard that, ever since the founding of Flame City, the months surrounding the fifteenth of September were days of citywide celebration in Flame City.

Flame City had been established for ten thousand years, existing from the very day the Central Continent came into being. However, ten thousand years ago, Little Ninth had not been born. Could all this be a mere coincidence?

Lord Beiting Jing did not believe in coincidence. Yan Ye had another identity as the Demon Lord of the Dark Demon Palace, which made him involuntarily think of the story told by the Southern Spirit Leader and Qiong Qi back in Huang City, the one about Rubis World and the stories of the Devil Emperor and the Demon Queen.

If a person who had died could be resurrected by consuming a Soul Return Pill, then, with Yan Ye’s methods, could someone who had died for ten thousand years be reincarnated?

Lord Beiting Jing’s gaze fell back on Beiting Huang, watching her wearing a red robe, with a brilliant smile so radiant and unrestrained, her black hair swinging freely with her every movement, her face becoming even more exquisite, such a likeness to the timid sister he remembered, yet so different.