Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 160

Although this is indeed a fine magical artifact, Snowball might not be willing to wear it.

Ren Qingyue's advice to persuade Yan Zhao swirled around in her mind but ultimately went unspoken.

Forget it; as long as A-Zhao is happy, that's what matters.

This item would eventually be handed over to her, and as long as she stayed by Yan Zhao's side, she could make good use of it to protect her.

With that thought, Ren Qingyue felt she could accept it, albeit reluctantly.

Yan Zhao had chosen a treasure she was satisfied with, and her mood was bright.

On the way back to the Dan Building, Ren Qingyue remembered they had another purpose for visiting Yaoshenzi, so she asked on Yan Zhao's behalf, "Senior, do you know where Bi Lan, Sister Bi, is now?"

"Lan'er?" Yaoshenzi was a bit surprised that Ren Qingyue suddenly mentioned Bi Lan but answered honestly, "I've heard she recently had an unexpected encounter and is currently in seclusion to break through to the Golden Core stage. She probably won't emerge until next year's Sect Disciples Conference."

Yan Zhao's expression fell at this news.

Noticing this, Yaoshenzi was puzzled and asked, "Are you looking for Lan'er for something?"

Ren Qingyue then explained the reason to Yaoshenzi.

"A sealing spirit nail that can suppress ancient dragons?" Yaoshenzi raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That's the first time I've heard of it."

After saying this, he recalled when Yan Zhao had summoned a dragon to battle the alien spirit and save Nangong Yin, and uncertainly asked Yan Zhao, "My dear disciple, what was that ancient dragon about?"

Yan Zhao took out the alchemical furnace and skillfully summoned the little golden dragon to show it off to Yaoshenzi.

Yaoshenzi contemplated, "...No wonder you're my disciple."

He carefully examined the injuries on the little golden dragon's back and murmured, "If Yan Yuanqing were still alive, it wouldn't be so troublesome."

Upon hearing Yan Yuanqing's name, Yan Zhao looked up, "My mother?"

"Yes," Yaoshenzi replied with a hint of nostalgia. "In this world, no matter how skilled a smith is, they can't compare to Yan Yuanqing. If she were here, this small problem would be resolved effortlessly."

Yan Zhao felt a flicker of thought at his words.

It had been quite a while since she last saw her mother.

Her mother's primordial spirit had fallen into a long sleep after the battle in the Xuan Huang Secret Realm; she had no idea when she would wake up.

Yan Zhao asked Yaoshenzi, "My mother's primordial spirit is still here; what must I do to bring her back to life?"

"You want to resurrect Yan Yuanqing?" Yaoshenzi was taken aback.

Yan Zhao didn't hide her thoughts: "Yes."

Yaoshenzi's brow furrowed, but he understood Yan Zhao's feelings, so he couldn't scold her.

After a long pause, he sighed heavily. "My disciple, even if the primordial spirit remains, death is a fact. It's not easy to reconstruct a physical body."

Yan Zhao pressed her thin lips into a line, and seeing her expression, Yaoshenzi knew she hadn't taken his words to heart.

Simply advising her against it wasn't a solution; regardless of whether Yan Yuanqing could be resurrected, Yan Zhao would have to grow up alone.