A False God

Luoxian Residence, bedroom.

Inside the gauze bed curtains, Jiang Ruyi, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her heart pounded wildly as she hurriedly turned her head to look.

By the dim glow of the night-light, she saw a figure vaguely approaching behind the thin gauze curtains.

Jiang Ruyi was a Sea Realm Fourth Stage cultivator, but before a Tian Realm Great Being, she was still like duckweed without roots. Her emotions could only rise and fall with his joy and anger.

Slowly, a hand lifted the bed curtains, and their gazes met.

Jiang Ruyi, who had always been composed and calm, panicked at that moment. The person before her felt somewhat unfamiliar.

She had accompanied him through wind and rain. They had won and lost, campaigned and fled.

Yet never before had she seen Lu Ran like this.

Like a silent beast trapped in a cage.

The suppression was terrifying.

Combined with his Tian Realm might, it made Jiang Ruyi feel as though she could scarcely breathe.

Yan Shuangzi, who had been guarding them in secret, was likewise struggling to breathe, as if the entire Luoxian Residence had been pressed beneath his hand and drowned in the deep sea.

Jiang Ruyi tried her best to compose herself and softly said, "You're back."

"Mm." Lu Ran turned and sat on the edge of the bed.

The drifting gauze curtains slowly fell, veiling his eyes.

Jiang Ruyi carefully moved closer and embraced him from behind, her voice gentle. "Are you in a bad mood?"

Lu Ran pursed his lips, but in the end, he said nothing.

Seeing that he did not respond, Jiang Ruyi did not ask again.

She did not know what had happened tonight. Lu Ran's unusual state might have had something to do with the road