Over the next ten days, Meng Yutong's changing expressions were enough to fill a complete encyclopedia of humanity's most primitive emoticons.
Day one: (?′?`?) Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Day two: (drools) He must be at the end of his rope.
Day five: (╥╯^╰╥) Ah, this has wronged me, truly wronged me!
Day seven: (`д')/ My life is over!
Day ten...
"Wuwuwu, your Master knows she was wrong!"
"What did you do wrong?"
"Heng'er, I shouldn't have entertained crooked thoughts about sending you to the Underworld..."
She had wanted the Show-off to cry and beg for mercy, but in the end, she was the one shedding little pearls of tears.
Only then was Lin Heng fully satisfied.
"Master, look at you. If you'd done this sooner, wouldn't it have been over already? I hope you'll be holding a baby soon."
Thus, the matter that followed found its most secure resolution on Heavenly Action Continent.
Days passed quickly in the Immortal Realm. To cultivators, it was no more than the flick of a finger.
By the time Lin Heng had completely freed himself, another half month had passed. He had not been idle during that time either, and took care of Wanqing, whom he had somewhat neglected because she was so unassuming.
That silly little girl neither fought nor competed. Sometimes, Lin Heng even felt a little guilty.
She always waited until everyone else had finished eating before picking at the leftovers herself, yet she was still delighted by them. How could that do?
So for the next while, he stayed by Zhao Wanqing's side, helping her sort medicinal herbs, handle chores, refine pills, and incidentally care for Jiang Caiyan together with her.
Ever since Jiang Caiyan became pregnant, Zhao Wanqing had practically become her personal physician. She claimed that nothing could