Cui Moyang was gently grinding something at the side. Hearing the conversation through the heart seal, she could not help but break into a smile and smoothly joined in the teasing. "Husband, you are not allowed to be sweet-tongued only in your heart. We sisters have all been making plans at home—when you return after defeating the Return to Void Divine Court, if you have grown even the slightest bit thinner outside, not only will we punish you by making you drink three extra bowls of lotus seed soup, you will also have to cook for us yourself and show us one of your special skills."
Liuli was adjusting the channels of the Cross-Time Sensing Formation, ensuring that communications between the front lines and the rear would be foolproof. Wisdom and gentleness filled her voice as she slowly spoke through the heart seal. "The battle at the exile facility has shattered the Return to Void Divine Court's outer foundations. The stability of the rear is precisely your strongest support as you cleave through thorns and brambles on the front lines. Though the expedition is long, the lamps of the Great Unity Golden Age will forever remain lit. Husband, rest for a while on the deck. Do not let your tightly wound soul exhaust itself too greatly."
Madam Jin led several female cultivators in placing the freshly baked Eight-Treasure Wishful Cakes, still steaming hot, onto the stone table. Their fragrance seemed almost ready to overflow through the heart seal and spill into the void. Smiling brightly, she said, "Liuli is absolutely right. Fighting is the men's business; we will take care of the logistics and your stomachs. These wishful cakes are best eaten hot—they calm the mind and soothe the spirit. Though Husband is among the shattered ruins of the exile