After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Luo Huanzhen heard the sound, lay on the edge of the cliff, and poked his little head out to look at Lin Yichen below.

His clothes were torn, and his body was covered in countless bloody scratches from the strong wind.

"I won't tell you!"

Lin Yichen said angrily, "You came to the Cliff of Repentance just because you felt sorry for me and came to see me, right? Or do you still want me to apologize for the time I returned to the sect first after falling into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave? Fine, fine, I was wrong, okay?"

Luo Huanzhen rolled his eyes upon hearing this, speechless for a moment: "Who said I came to see you? That's a bit too confident!"

Lin Yichen crossed his arms and sneered, "Stubborn to the end."

Lei Ziyue, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation from a distance, became excited. He suddenly stood up, his expectant and moved gaze falling on Luo Huanzhen.

Under Luo Zhenhuan's disgusted gaze, Lei Ziyue awkwardly sat back down, touching his nose.

Oh.

It doesn't seem like they came to see him.

Luo Huanzhen propped himself up on his short arms, patted off any non-existent dust from his clothes, then reached down and took the little flag stuck to the top of his bag, and then—

Get bigger!

It was stuck in the cliff.

The Myriad Demon Banner fluttered in the wind, frantically absorbing the demonic energy from the earth.

The gale-force winds throughout the entire Cliff of Contemplation were blowing towards the top of the cliff, and then being absorbed by the Myriad Demon Banner.

Lin Yichen's arms, which had been crossed over his chest, fell to his sides. He stared at the surrounding scene in disbelief. Luo Huanzhen really hadn't come to visit their two senior brothers.

Instead, she came to cultivate and nurture the flag she was representing.

"You should be secretly happy. With Junior Sister—no, Junior Uncle—around, being on the Cliff of Contemplation isn't so bad; it's quite leisurely."

Not far away, Lei Ziyue chuckled, put his muscular hands behind his head, and closed his eyes to sleep.

He's been through it all; he already knows how to enjoy life.

But Lin Yichen couldn't enjoy it.

His face was rather pale. Thinking about what he had just said, he felt both ashamed and humiliated.

He looked up as if he wanted to say something, but Luo Zhenzhen didn't seem to care. Instead, she squatted down and started talking to her little flag.

Lin Yichen: "..."

Forget it.

I'll coax her a bit more later and ask her for advice on how to break through this barrier.

Although Luo Zhen is young, his comprehension is incredibly advanced.

Lin Yichen was originally the most talented disciple in his sect.

Luo Zhenhuan's arrival shattered everything. She caught up with her senior brother in just six years. When he encountered a Daoist technique that he couldn't comprehend, Luo Zhenhuan was even able to pinpoint the key obstacle.

Therefore, Lin Yichen's attitude towards Luo Huanzhen is very complicated.

Compared to Mingyue's dependence on and adoration for him.

She was so proud and radiant that he seemed like a mediocre and foolish person in comparison.

Luo Zhenzhen had no idea what Lin Yichen was thinking. She held her cheeks and continued speaking earnestly:

"Little flag, little flag, why aren't you saying anything? Give Zhenzhen a piece of your mind~"

"Master said you were injured. Master said that bringing you here would help you recover faster. Master said you are very capable..."

Inside the Ten Thousand Demon Banners.

The vibrant colors lay deep within the void.

With her beautiful, noble eyes closed, she rested quietly with her hands flat on her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of demonic energy rushed towards him once again.

Like rain after a long drought, it slowly nourished his injuries. Then, a child's voice, as if possessed by a demon, rang in his ears.

Banlan suddenly opened her eyes.

"Stop reading..."

Upon hearing the telepathic message, Luo Huanzhen's eyes lit up. He made a hand seal, activated his divine sense, and rushed into the Myriad Demon Banner.

Previously, I had no say in my own life.

Now she can freely enter and leave this world within the banner.

As Luo Huanzhen dove around in the void searching for her artifact spirit, he excitedly called out, "Little Flag, you're awake! Your master has come to see you!"

gorgeous:"……"

Hearing the word "master" made me inexplicably annoyed, and I didn't want to talk to them.

This void space was boundless, and Luo Zhen searched for a long time but still couldn't find where Banlan was hidden.

Fortunately, there was a contractual connection.

Relying on the connection between master and servant, Luo Zhen finally found a floating, red-clad "corpse" with a faint sense of death in a secluded corner.

Luo Zhen stood there, stunned. "I'm too weak to absorb nourishment... It's all washed away?"

Sorrow overflowed, the void began to ripple, and a huge hole appeared in the sky, as if a great flood was about to engulf the entire world.

Banlan's heart tightened; this wouldn't do!

"Don't cry! You're not dead!"

Having said that, Banlan, despite the pain, sat up gracefully.

The next moment, a small, solid cannonball crashed into his arms.

A sweet sensation in the throat.

it hurts……

Such a solid and terrifying fatal blow...

"Great, you didn't wash it off. Your master was so worried."

Luo Huanzhen raised her pink and cute little face, her expression a mixture of fear and concern. But after seeing the red-clothed youth's face clearly, her worry turned into amazement, and her eyes lit up.

"Little flag, you're so beautiful! You're the prettiest little flag in the world... I love you so much..."

Luo Zhenhuan tried his best to express his praise for beauty in his meager language.

Banlan swallowed the metallic taste in her throat, and glanced at the jeweled little dumpling nestled in her arms with feigned composure. "Hmm, you're... alright too."

He has much better taste than that Transcending Tribulation stage master who doesn't understand aesthetics.

However, "Why is your speech unclear? It's death, not washing."

Luo Zhenhuan explained in a serious tone, "I can't say it. Master Yun Yao taught me not to say bad words, because they will manifest. Do you know what manifestation means? I really don't understand, but Master Yun Yao said it means it will come true... I don't want you to wash it away."

Banlan: "You're so worried about me because you've made a contract with me. If I die, you'll lose a great help, right?"

Luo Huanzhen nodded: "Mhm!"

Banlan chuckled, her stereotypes about humans deepening.

However, the next moment, Luo Huanzhen's sweet, childlike voice rang out again:

"Even if it's not my little flag, I don't want you to wash it away. This beautiful little flag must live, it must survive! The world needs you to adorn it! How beautiful you are, you are a beautiful butterfly, your hair is like the moon, there is no one more beautiful than you..."

The sneer on his mottled face faded, and he looked at Luo Huanzhen with his violet-blue eyes: "Do I look like a beautiful butterfly?"

Luo Zhenhuan cupped her face in her hands and nodded, feeling dizzy.

A stunningly beautiful sight!

The little flag's image is etched in Zhenzhen's heart~

A slight smile played on Banlan's lips. "You have quite the eye. Also, call me Banlan, not Little Flag."

Luo Huanzhen: "Okay, little flag!"

gorgeous:"……"