Liuli nodded slightly and handed a cup of warm spirit tea to Cui Moyang beside her, smiling. "Our husband's Way of Dimension Simplification has reached the pinnacle. Those so-called reserves and demon-sealing formations of the Grand Derivation Void Hall are nothing but paper decorations before him. Still, war is war, but peace in the rear and hot tea when he comes home are things we cannot afford to neglect in the slightest."
Madam Jin led several female cultivators over to the stone table with freshly baked Eight-Treasure Lotus Seed Pastries, her face wreathed in smiles. "Who cares whether they're higher-dimensional elders or the Grand Derivation Void Hall? Once our husband has trampled their sect gates flat and returned, these piping-hot lotus seed pastries and fine tea will be just right to welcome him home and wash away the dust of his journey."
Consort Mei stood quietly to one side, gazing tenderly toward the far end of the starry sky, which the lingering glow of battle had tinged faintly red. She said softly, "No matter how our husband awes the realms beyond, the hearth in this Stone Ridge Spirit Academy will always be his warmest harbor. We'll wait here in peace until he returns in triumph."
Through the Telepathic Heart Seal, Chu Qing took in every detail of the academy's daily life, filled with warmth and the comforts of home. His gaze, as cold as that of gods and devils on the battlefield beyond the realm, melted into infinitely gentle water. Outside, the Grand Derivation Void Hall's headquarters was gripped by shock and restless fear; within, his five wives waited devotedly amid the warmth of ordinary life. Along this cultivation path toward the Summit of Myriad Dimensions, he strode forward with unhurried composure, preparing to shift the main course entirely from