Watching Zhao Yanran's figure completely disappear beyond the courtyard gate, Chen Yang slowly exhaled a breath of pent-up air from his chest. The recent entanglement and conversation had drained him more than a battle with a demonic beast.

He turned and walked toward the tightly closed door of the pavilion. Before he could raise his hand to knock, the door creaked open from the inside.

Liu Yiyi and Little Chunhua stood inside, their eyes filled with worry and concern as they looked at him.

"Brother Chen, are you okay?" Liu Yiyi asked softly, her gaze carefully scanning him for any hidden injuries.