Madam Jin led several female cultivators in placing freshly baked "Eight-Treasure Lotus Seed Pastries" onto the stone table. Their rich, sweet fragrance instantly dispersed the lingering tension in the air. "War is war. My husband is working hard at the front, so those of us keeping the home naturally have to keep everything in perfect order. Once he returns after pacifying the Watchers Headquarters, these piping-hot lotus seed pastries and fine tea will be just right to welcome him home and wash away the dust of battle."
Consort Mei stood quietly beneath the Homecoming Tree in the courtyard, her gentle gaze fixed on the distant end of the void, which was gradually clearing. She said softly, "No matter how fierce the storms outside may be, my husband has always been our firmest support. As long as he is here, there will always be light in all the heavens and myriad worlds. We need only wait here peacefully for his triumphant return."
Through the Telepathic Heart Seal, Chu Qing took in the scene of warmth and concern within the academy. The gaze that had been as cold and ruthless as that of a god or devil upon the battlefield became incomparably gentle at this moment. Outside, millions of allied troops followed him through life and death; within, five wives waited for him with deep affection. As he hacked his way through thorns and briars on this path of cultivation, what he had sought had never been cold authority, but the protection of this mortal warmth. With the collapse of the Primordial Core and the complete victory in the battle to alter logic, the final fig leaf of the Watchers Headquarters had been utterly torn away. The final chapter of the decisive battle had already revealed the dawn of victory to him.