If Lingyan Pavilion Is Established One Day, I Shall Take Up My Brush and Write of Fan Ling

At the same time, Lin Su and Jiang Yun rode a golden boat, drifting gracefully above the Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains beyond the pass.

This was their second time leaving the pass.

The first time, they had been incomparably cautious. They had Yao Gu remain within the pass city and use the Literary Dao True Realm to create a Lin Su and a Jiang Yun to distract prying eyes. Their true selves had transformed into members of the Devil Race, slipped out of the pass city, and entered the Military School Ancestral Land directly. There, they had played out a breathtaking act of pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth, bringing the Military School Sage Treasure, the Troop-Mobilizing Pot, back to the Human Race.

But this time, leaving the pass was entirely different.

Lin Su, dressed in white as snow, sat upon the golden boat. Having left the refined place known as Taohua Luo, Jiang Yun no longer needed to be refined. She lay sprawled in her husband's arms, letting his hand roam across her back, her heart nearly drifting shoulder to shoulder with the floating clouds beside them...

"Husband, are you really sure about crossing half the demon domain in such an overbearing and domineering way?" Jiang Yun breathed out softly and asked her question.

Lin Su smiled. "Is this called overbearing and domineering? Isn't this plainly brimming with tenderness?"

"There is a kind of tenderness that is, in essence, overbearing and domineering." Jiang Yun shot him a sidelong glare.

"That's true! Who would have thought that someone on the Devil Race's Death List would be drifting over the demon domain beneath this beautiful moonlit night, holding the woman in his heart? From that perspective, this tenderness really is a little overbearing and domineering." Lin Su raised