Hearing Han Yi's delighted voice, Jiang Liu had just stepped out of the room when Han Yi immediately flew over and threw her arms around him.
Clearly, the joy in her heart had become impossible to suppress.
Why is she exactly like Feng Yue? Jiang Liu felt somewhat helpless.
"All right, you're already the clan leader. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Jiang Liu carried Han Yi into the room in his arms, only setting her down afterward.
"I'm hugging my own Husband. Why would I be afraid of being laughed at?" Han Yi said proudly.
During this period, she had heard far too many words of gratitude toward Jiang Liu.
And with Jiang Liu absent from her side, she had always felt a faint, uneasy restlessness in her heart.
But now, everything was fine. Jiang Liu had returned, and even though he had only been away for a month, he had taken the initiative to come back and find her.
"Husband, have you eaten lunch?" Han Yi asked with concern.
"Not yet. Go prepare something."
"All right! It'll be ready soon!" Han Yi said cheerfully.
During the days she had spent with Jiang Liu, she had grown accustomed to taking care of his daily life and meals—and she took endless pleasure in it.
Clearly, in her heart, she had always been striving to become Jiang Liu's ideal wife.
Before long, the two of them finished lunch.
"Han Yi, have you heard about the great eruption of the Source of the Netherworld?"
Han Yi nodded. "I have, Husband. After it happened, the entire environment within Abyssal Hell was changed."
Jiang Liu frowned when he heard this and asked, "What happened?"
"Haven't you noticed that the Dark Primal Qi throughout Abyssal Hell has become much denser?" Han Yi said with