Ghost Street, deep inside,
in a brightly lit general store beside a narrow winding path.
A family of three sat by the window, in front of a tea table.
Not far away, a "white-clad shop assistant" named Feng'Er stood motionless behind the counter, her hair covering her face.
The atmosphere was eerie, yet warm.
Lady Yan glanced at her husband, listening to his shameless words, and couldn't help but roll her beautiful eyes, saying teasingly, "Wishful thinking."
Li Yuan, who was calm, domineering, and cautious in public, became somewhat playful and unrelenting in front of his wife, "Why not?"
Lady Yan propped her chin, crossed her legs, and looked at him, saying, "A single drawing can represent me in triggering rules... I'm not that capable yet."
"Oh? So it means you can still become stronger." Li Yuan grasped the key point.
Lady Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe, but it should be a level I haven't reached yet."
Li Yuan asked, "What about the Miracle Beast Garden?"
