At last.
The blizzard had ceased.
No one knew when Mu Dongli would return, so it was time to part ways.
Meetings were always brief. Even after earth-shaking passion, burning like fire consuming fire, once it faded, the reluctance to part only grew stronger.
But Weisheng Moran knew that, given the current situation, Lin Xiaoxiao still had no certain path to resurrection. The best way was for the three of them to maintain the present arrangement and strive within their respective environments.
Of course, the only one who truly needed to strive was Li Tianming. Weisheng Moran had little room for improvement—whenever she began killing Illusory God cultivators, she would soar like a rocket.
As for Zi Zhen, she merely needed enough Nebula Sacrifices.
They had become Mu Dongli and Elder Zhan Chi's disciples. So long as Li Tianming did not completely leave the Xuanting and elope with them, they could not break free.
Therefore, no matter how reluctant she was, she had to endure it.
"Now that I've returned to the Imperial Ruins, after this first time, meeting again will be easy."
In the corridor, Li Tianming held the lovely beauty with waist-length hair in his arms, gently stroking the long hair that had become even more lustrous after the "rain," and spoke softly.
"You say that, but everyone knows how busy you are. Who knows what other boring arrangements Mu Dongli may have?" Weisheng Moran said quietly.
That was simply her personality. It was difficult for her to become passionate, and Li Tianming had grown used to it.
"Don't worry. I promised all my elder sisters that I'd make sure the rain and dew were shared equally," Li Tianming said with a cough.
It had to be said—it was truly insane. Her needs in that regard, all by