Ding Fan was a bit surprised in his heart, not expecting that in such a difficult environment, he had begun to understand the fist technique on the stele. Ding Fan was already well aware of the difficulty in learning this fist technique. You should know that this realization is exceptionally precious, almost more exciting than learning another move. After all, this new insight would greatly help him in learning fist techniques in the future.

Thus, Ding Fan was not in a hurry to escape this formation, as it was quite a good place to practice fist techniques. Just then, he started to change his posture and swung his longsword, blasting at the sand and stone wind blades...

It's unclear how much time has passed, but the injuries on Ding Fan's body were evidently much less now compared to before. It was clear that at this moment, Ding Fan was not as strenuous as he had initially been within the formation. But Ding Fan knew he had to quickly find a way to break the formation, because even though he was quite relaxed here, he couldn't afford to expend too much. Then he began to carefully study the formation.

Boom!

After an indeterminate length of time, Ding Fan finally found a formation eye within the array — it was a rather inconspicuous lowland that hadn't caught Ding Fan's attention at first. Upon realizing that the lowland was the eye of the formation, Ding Fan immediately struck it with his sword.

Instantly, the scenery before Ding Fan began to sway and gradually blurred. After a moment, when his vision cleared again, he found himself back in the original forest.

"Ding Fan... Ding Fan, are you alright?"

At this moment, He Qianyao, who had been guarding the formation for three days and nights, saw Ding Fan emerge and couldn't help but feel incredibly excited as she addressed him. Originally, she had almost completely given up hope, knowing that Ding Fan hadn't emerged from the formation after three days and nights, which spelled disaster. But just as she was about to give up, the array suddenly shook violently, and then Ding Fan appeared before her.

"Brother Ding Fan, Brother Ding Fan, you're out! That's great!"

"That's great! Brother Ding Fan is still alive…"

At that moment, the little boy and the little girl saw Ding Fan emerge from the formation, and their faces were filled with excitement and joy. They knew that the brother who had gotten trapped in the formation to save them was called Ding Fan because He Qianyao had whispered his name repeatedly. Since Ding Fan was trapped in the array, He Qianyao had rarely stopped calling his name, even muttering it in her sleep.

The two children had been staying by He Qianyao's side, clearly hearing Ding Fan's name countless times over these three days, deeply embedding it in their memory.

"I'm okay, don't worry about me. Are you guys alright?"

At this moment, Ding Fan, seeing He Qianyao crying like a downpour of pear blossoms, comforted her while glancing at the two children still present and asked with some concern.

"We're fine, Brother Ding Fan. Are you really okay?"

The little boy asked Ding Fan with curiosity and concern, clearly wondering if Brother Ding Fan could really be okay after being in the formation for so many days.

Ding Fan glanced at the two children and smiled slightly, saying:

"I'm fine."

He Qianyao, hearing Ding Fan's words, immediately hugged him, tears flowing down her face. She had been extremely fearful, genuinely believing Ding Fan would have perished within the formation. She never imagined Ding Fan would leave her side. Initially, He Qianyao and Ding Fan had escaped together from the Dayang Sect, and Ding Fan had asked what her plans were for the future. At that time, she was completely set on avenging her father and the Dayang Sect, though this sentiment remained.

But now, He Qianyao knew there was someone extra in her heart; she seemed to feel Ding Fan was an important person to her, having not only saved her multiple times but also taught her fist martial arts and cared for her on this journey. He Qianyao's heart, originally filled only with hatred, had been slowly healed by Ding Fan. She knew all of this was thanks to him.

If Ding Fan asked her once more what her plans were for the future, He Qianyao really wanted to say to stay by his side and not leave him. But thinking about it, He Qianyao didn't know what Ding Fan actually thought, so she wasn't eager for him to pose the question again. As for the answer she wanted to convey, He Qianyao silently kept it within her heart.

He Qianyao believed that one day she would speak those words to Ding Fan, and he would give her a satisfactory answer.

At this moment, as Ding Fan embraced the crying He Qianyao, her delicate body rested in his arms, causing a sudden soft sensation to emerge in his heart. However, Ding Fan was uncertain what that sensation was, so he didn't let his thoughts wander. Since he wasn't sure for now, he thought it would be best to fulfill Sect Master He's expectations.

Anyway, Ding Fan still had many things to address. Holding He Qianyao reminded Ding Fan of Zhou Ruoran and Gusu Qingwen. To know that these two had ventured into the Cultivation World searching for him, such a perilous world, and Ding Fan knew the immense courage they mustered when choosing to enter it.

Ding Fan could discern that Zhou Ruoran and the others faced unknown choices filled with great danger, but they made the decision without hesitation.

Therefore, Ding Fan was determined to find Zhou Ruoran and Gusu Qingwen. At this moment, Ding Fan felt at ease about Ye Ningbing; finding the remaining two would mean half of Ding Fan's journey was complete. Afterward, Ding Fan must build his strength to avenge the Dayang Sect and make all the cultivator disciples and sects culpable for Dayang Sect's slaughter repay doubly.

"Alright, alright, didn't I come out? And isn't everything fine?"

At this moment, Ding Fan gently patted He Qianyao's back and spoke to her with some indulgence.

Hearing Ding Fan's words, He Qianyao gradually stepped away from his embrace, seeming a bit embarrassed as she wiped her tears and spoke somewhat choked up:

"As long as you're okay..."

Ding Fan gently wiped away the other's tears with his hand, then smiled slightly, clearly doing his best to comfort He Qianyao. At this moment, Ding Fan was also a bit introspective; after all, he was the one who narrowly escaped death, so why did it seem like it was the other way around?

But Ding Fan could also understand He Qianyao, since she was a woman, and besides, He Qianyao was once the precious daughter of the Dayang Sect's master, so her somewhat delicate demeanor was understandable. Moreover, Ding Fan found her tear-streaked oval face quite endearing.

At this moment, the two children witnessed the scene between Ding Fan and He Qianyao without saying anything. It was clear they understood Sister Qianyao's feelings, knowing that while Ding Fan was trapped within the formation, He Qianyao continually called out his name, showing her concern for Brother Fan.

"Brother Fan, this is a Restoration Pill for you."

The young boy approached Ding Fan, holding a pill in his hand and handed it to him as he spoke.

Upon hearing the boy's words, Ding Fan glanced at the pill, startled. It was a Restoration Pill, a medicine Ding Fan recognized as extremely rare. At a glance, Ding Fan could judge it to be around the seventh grade, clearly a superior pill not easily acquired by ordinary people.

Ding Fan was indeed an alchemist with a pretty decent alchemy skill. His deep understanding meant that from the first glance at the Restoration Pill, he was amazed by its rarity and high rank, something rarely seen on the market even if one could afford it.

Ding Fan was curious how this young boy acquired such a pill. He directly asked the two children:

"Is this for me? How did you get it?"

While questioning them, Ding Fan seemed to understand why the two cultivators had tried to kidnap them; it was likely because of this pill.

"It's for you, Brother Fan. Our master rewarded us with it."

"Yes, there are only two pills, and this one is for you. Thank you for saving our lives."

At this moment, the two children spoke sincerely, evidently genuinely grateful to Ding Fan for saving their lives. Despite the pill's rarity, it wasn't as important as their own lives, which would have been lost without Brother Fan and Sister Qianyao's help.

He Qianyao also heard the children's words and gazed at the pill, remembering the effort her father put in to obtain such high-grade medicine in the past. It was unbelievable these children possessed it!

Although He Qianyao couldn't discern the pill's rank, she was aware of its great value. The two children noticed Sister Qianyao's shocked expression and, feeling embarrassed, said:

"Sorry, Sister Qianyao, there are only two pills, so we could only give Brother Fan one. We really can't bear to part with the other."

"Please don't mind, Sister Qianyao."

The children spoke sincerely, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed but aware of the pill's importance, earned after several years of effort and rewarded by their master.

He Qianyao heard the children's words and felt a bit awkward herself, then smiled and said:

"Why would I blame you? You've given Brother Fan such a priceless pill, I'm already deeply moved."

Hearing He Qianyao's words, the children were relieved to see she wasn't angry. Meanwhile, Ding Fan looked at the pill and smiled at the children:

"You can keep the pill; I'm fine without it. Brother won't forget your kindness."

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, the boy swiftly put away the Restoration Pill and patted his chest, saying:

"Thank goodness, Brother Fan didn't take it..."

"What are you doing!"

Seeing the boy's behavior, the young girl stared with round eyes and seemed a bit upset, saying:

"Brother Fan and Sister Qianyao are our saviors! Don't you need to repay our benefactors? Quickly, take it out!"