Fang Lin and the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng returned to the Sky Swallowing Palace.
Dugu Nian was lounging lazily on the throne in the grand hall, watching Fang Lin and the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng walk in, with a gentle smile on her face.
"You look quite imposing sitting there," Fang Lin remarked with interest, sizing up Dugu Nian.
Dugu Nian snorted softly, deliberately putting on a majestic expression: "Call me 'Your Majesty'."
Fang Lin burst out laughing, bent over respectfully and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng, holding the Extremely Yin Stone behind, said disdainfully, "Your Majesty? You two are an old married couple, and you're still playing this game?"
"Get lost, you dried radish, you know nothing." Dugu Nian cursed, and the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng huffed, taking the Extremely Yin Stone to absorb its power.
Fang Lin approached Dugu Nian and pinched her face.
"Has your soul injury completely healed?" Fang Lin asked.
