I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

The main hall of the cave.

Xin Ruyin was sitting at the stone table in the hall, holding the scroll of "Qinghe Array Manual" in her hands, her expression focused.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the cave ceiling, illuminating her and casting a soft glow upon her.

Her profile appeared exceptionally gentle in the light and shadow, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows on her eyelids, occasionally fluttering slightly like butterfly wings.

Xiaomei lay on the soft couch beside her, holding the purple ferret in her arms, stroking its fur intermittently.

The sable squinted comfortably, making soft whimpers, its small body curled into a ball of purple fur, looking absolutely adorable.

Xiaomei would occasionally look up at her mistress and then at her son-in-law, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

These days are wonderful.

Zhou Ding walked over to Xin Ruyin and sat down opposite her.

Xin Ruyin raised her head, a gentle look flashing in her eyes.

Its gentleness is like spring water, intoxicating.

"Zhou Lang, is something the matter?"

Zhou Ding nodded, his expression calm.

"I need to leave for a while."

Xin Ruyin was taken aback upon hearing this, and slowly put down the jade slip in her hand.

Her movements were slow, as if she were stalling for time, unwilling to hear what was to come.

"Aren't you taking me with you?"

Her voice remained gentle, but a hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes.

Zhou Ding nodded.

"Yes. There are some things that need to be taken care of."

He didn't elaborate.

It's not appropriate to discuss matters concerning the Yue Kingdom's royal palace, the fragmented map of the Void Heaven, or the external avatar at this time.

Some things are better known to as few people as possible.

Xin Ruyin remained silent for a moment, not pressing for details, but simply asked softly, "How long will it take?"

She understands Zhou Ding.

Since he doesn't say it, he must have his reasons.

She won't ask any further questions.

Zhou Ding thought for a moment and said, "A few months will be enough."

A few months is but a fleeting moment in the long life of a cultivator.

Upon hearing this, Xin Ruyin felt somewhat relieved.

A few months isn't a very long time.

She lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought.

Slender fingers unconsciously