C1285 The Immortal Force Tablet

After a while, Chen Ping set the conch down, his expression turning complex. In just six months, Yov Ji had reached out over two hundred times, averaging about three times every two days, mostly with messages like "Are you there?" or "What are you up to?"—not exactly deep conversations.

Chen Ping pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but smile. Despite her many years, Yov Ji, in some ways