Gently stroking the black hair in his hand, Li Yun's eyes slowly became moist. The scenes that they used to walk past flashed across his mind one after another. He murmured, "Star-harvesting, wait for me. Young Master will definitely find Bao Xuan to take you home." He put the black hair back into the sachet and fell in love many times, which made Li Yun's mouth ache. He tore off the four blood characters on his clothes and put them into the sachet. Looking at the Qi-Drawing knack in his hand, Li Yun frowned and began to think.
Gradually, Li Yun's eyes became clearer and clearer. "There is only one reason for the Demon Race to target Star-picking this time. Uncle Murong's words may be true. The Demon Race should have scruples about the Supreme Spiritual Root, so they want to kill the Star
