Beiming Cang Xue had received a portion of the Immortal Mansion owner's lingering thoughts from the Bosu Meditation Mat, so her information was unlikely to be wrong.
"So be it. Not everything can go my way!"
Fang Cheng sighed and gave up on the Divine Lamp.
That Venerable Jiayin was a Spirit Immortal Incarnation with a penchant for treachery. If she were to escape, he wouldn't be afraid, but it would undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble. There were still many unexplored places in this Immortal Mansion. Forcibly refining the ancient lamp simply wasn't worth the risk.
Just then, the young nun within the lamp's flame seemed to sense Fang Cheng's decision. She opened her beautiful eyes and gazed at him faintly, the corners of her lips curling into an enigmatic smile.
Fang Cheng ignored her and turned his attention to the twelve-panel Golden Screen behind the square platform.
Beiming Cang Xue followed obediently by his side, her demeanor demure and trusting.
