"When are you planning to hold me until?" Sister-in-law's voice rang out behind me.
"What? Sister-in-law...?" After I spoke, I suddenly felt that something—some "thing"—had appeared behind me and wriggled.
I abruptly sat up, lifted the hand that had been lying on me, and looked behind me. My face went pale at once. Ziyi was sleeping in a disheveled state, her body arched where my back had been just moments ago, while Sister-in-law stood beside the bed, facing me with frost on her face.
Those eyes that had never opened before seemed to shine with a soul-stirring radiance, making me afraid to look directly at them!
I hadn't released the ghosts. In an important Daoist stronghold like Taiqing Sect, even the slightest leakage of ghostly aura would attract the attention of the disciples, or even the sect's Daoist experts. That was why Xijun and the others were resting inside the Soul Urn.
Her coming out had gone unnoticed, and even I hadn't known.
She had no weight, and I carried her on my back every day. I had long since grown accustomed to the bamboo fragrance, so I hadn't noticed anything unusual when she slipped out.
Looking at Ziyi's fair skin and the majority of her ample chest exposed, my nosebleed immediately surged toward my brain.
"You're still looking?" Sister-in-law stood coldly beside the bed. She was already extremely displeased.
I immediately shifted my gaze to Sister-in-law. This was the first time she had appeared under normal circumstances, and I was overjoyed. I hurriedly said, "Wife, I've missed you so much. This little girl is Ziyi. I don't know how she woke up. Wasn't she sleeping soundly the whole time before? You know that."
"Hmph, I know." Sister-in-law gave a soft snort. When I reached out to take her hand,