When Yunxi had first chosen the Capsule House, she had seen many different architectural styles, covering everything from ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, to all manner of interstellar-era designs. But since she was currently in the Cultivation Realm, it would not do to use a house that was too avant-garde. What if there were transmigrators here too?
So she had chosen this safest ancient architectural style, similar to the Dharma Houses of the Cultivation Realm, except hers was much larger, equivalent to a four-courtyard residence. She could control how much space was opened; like now, she had opened only the first courtyard.
Yunxi tossed the man onto the ground, then flicked out a spell to wake him before saying softly:
"Xiao He, long time no see!"
When the awakened Xiao He saw Yunxi's face, his pupils contracted. He instinctively wanted to flee, but he could not mobilize even a trace of spiritual power. He gave up resisting in dejection and lay sprawled on the ground as if dead.
"What? Have you nothing to say to me?"
Xiao He lay on the ground with his eyes shut and replied:
"If you want to know anything, just soul-search me. But restrictions have been placed in my sea of consciousness, so be careful."
"Fine. Then tell me what you can. What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. I was simply traveling through the night, preparing to return to Xiaohe City."
"Oh? You risked returning from the Central Domain to the Western Regions just to go back to Xiaohe City? That place is full of cultivators waiting to capture you."
Xiao He's eyelids twitched, but he did not answer Yunxi.
Yunxi narrowed her eyes, then raised a hand and drew the Storage Ring from his finger into her palm. She easily erased the Divine