"What are you doing?" Lan Ran asked, unable to hide her embarrassment as she watched me take her hand. I smiled. "As it happens, there are no people we know here, just the two of us. Whatever we do, no one will pay us any mind, right?"
Lan Ran watched the woman leading us ahead, who kept her eyes straight ahead as she guided the way. Indeed, no one was watching us. Her face flushed faintly, though she still tried to pull her hand away. She was truly shy.
I didn't loosen my grip. Instead, I pulled her closer, making her even more flustered. She sent me an irritated voice transmission. "Can't you see someone ahead? Don't come even half a step closer..."
"All right, all right. I'll deal with you when no one's around." I chuckled and didn't press her any further. Lan Ran's skin was actually very thin; I couldn't drive her into a corner in front of others, or she'd kick me.
Lan Ran rolled her eyes at me and pulled her hand back. But she didn't put too much distance between us. Soon, under the female immortal's guidance, we flew into the clouds.
Just then, a presence suddenly appeared not far from me, and Lan Ran noticed it too. We exchanged a nod, then teleported to block the incorporeal body's path. At a glance, it clearly wasn't one of the few incorporeal bodies that had been chasing the female immortal. Instead, it wore the clothes of the Heavenly Vault Gate. There was no doubt about it—apart from the woman's husband, there could be no one else.
When the incorporeal body saw how fast we were, he was about to flee for his life, but a cry of "Husband!" decisively stopped him.
"Ting'er!" the man exclaimed, rushing