Silence.
A deathly silence.
At that moment, it wasn't just Small Pagoda that stopped trembling.
Even Willow Deity, who had always remained calm in the face of catastrophe, showed a flicker of astonishment in her beautiful eyes.
True Dragon, Female Kunpeng, and True Phoenix—the three Ten Fiends—exchanged glances, their expressions beyond fascinating.
Husband?
The Sun Goddess of the Golden Crow Clan had actually called Ye Xuan her husband?
"Ahem..."
Small Pagoda let out a strange cry, breaking the silence. Its tone was full of gossip.
"Ye, I never would've guessed! You've been hiding this so well. That's the Sun Goddess of the Primordial Treasure Realm, an ancient being who's been asleep for who knows how many eras. When did you get involved with her?"
"I never would've pegged you for it. Your tastes are... pretty retro."
Ye Xuan: "..."
At that moment, Ye Xuan was completely dumbfounded.
He stared at the giant egg, his mind racing as he searched through all his memories.
Ever since he'd transmigrated, he'd been living in the Lower Realm.
Forget the Sun Goddess—even ordinary Golden Crows were a rare sight for him.
Where had this girl come from?
Was she trying to scam him?
It didn't seem like it. The other party looked so moved, her feelings so genuine, that it didn't seem like an act.
"Daoist, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
Ye Xuan rubbed his nose and asked with an awkward smile.
"I've only been alive for a little over ten years in this life, and I've never set foot in the Primordial Treasure Realm. I don't know you, either. Where did this 'husband' come from?"
"Impossible! I could never mistake you!"
The Sun Goddess's voice was firm, with even a trace of urgency.
"Your aura, the fluctuations of