Jiang Feiling couldn't make a sound. There were no eyes on that star, yet Li Tianming knew she was gazing at him.
They looked at each other without a word, their hearts brimming with feeling.
After a long while, Li Tianming murmured, "All of a sudden, I miss the Lower Star Ruins. I miss the Yanhuang Continent—the scorching heat of the Flame Capital, the rain of the Divine Capital, the snow of the Burning Spirit Palace. The romantic winds and flowers beneath the moon in the Moon God Realm weren't bad either. But with my current Eonic God body, I can't go back anymore."
Looking upon the boundless starry sky, he shook his head. "The higher the world, the less beauty it has compared to the mortal realm. As far as the eye can see in the Upper Star Ruins, there is either darkness or starlight. It may be dazzling and colorful, but it always feels as though it has no warmth. Everything is ice-cold."
He felt somewhat melancholy.
But then, he suddenly clapped his hands as though struck by a sudden revelation. "Now that I've come to your side, I finally understand why!"
Hearing that, the crystalline star seemed interested in his answer as well, its radiance intensifying.
Li Tianming said deeply, "It's because only when the person you love is by your side do you have a home, do you feel warmth. The snow at the Burning Spirit Palace was actually even colder, but because you were there, my heart burned during that time."
"Blegh!"
"Blegh!"
A little fairy amid a riot of flowers and a pink little devil—two spirits—vomited as they moved away from Li Tianming, running off into the distance to heal their mental trauma.
"Are you two allergic to deep devotion?" Li Tianming glared at