Li Xinting Died 65 Years Later?

Rising from slumber, Li Yidao noticed the moonlight casting a silvery glow outside.

He had slept unusually well that night, possibly due to the fatigue from yesterday.

Depleting over a hundred years of lifespan, coupled with a night without rest, was an undeniable fatigue-inducing combo.

"Brother Dao, good morning."

Stepping out of the shop's entrance, Li Xinting and Sister Zhou were both outside working out.

Observing them in matching workout attire, especially Li Xinting's well-defined figure...

Hmm.

Could this be considered a morning treat?

"Morning."

"Breakfast's ready. I'll bring it to you."

Li Xinting was her usual industrious self.

As Li Xinting disappeared inside to fetch breakfast, Sister Zhou glanced at Li Yidao, feeling a bit awkward at the moment.

After a brief hesitation, she tentatively asked, "Um... Brother Dao, about that amulet... Can I buy one? How much? I'm ready to pay whatever..."