Su Miao had fallen completely asleep.
The bit of energy she had been forcing herself to maintain out of curiosity dissipated,
and her tiny body relaxed completely, going limp in Tongtian's strong, powerful arms.
Her breathing was even and deep, carrying the faintly sweet warmth unique to children.
The side of her little face rested against the fabric over Tongtian's chest, pressing it into a soft curve. The fine down on her cheeks was faintly visible beneath the flowing Immortal Light.
Her slightly curly, soft hair lay messily scattered around her, making her seem even more adorably childlike.
Her little hand moved unconsciously, grasping a strand of Tongtian's dark hair that hung before his chest.
As though she had caught hold of something that made her feel safe, she did not grip it tightly, merely looping it loosely around her fingertips.
Tongtian's body stiffened slightly.
The weight in his arms was very light, yet it possessed a strange presence that could not be ignored.
The warmth passing through the thin fabric was gentle, even, and soft.
Especially... as he had to support her securely,
his palm inevitably rested against her smooth back and the bend of her legs.
That sensation... was astonishingly delicate.
Like the finest Warm Jade, yet with the suppleness and warmth unique to life—smooth and tender.
It was utterly different from the palms that had held a sword all year round, accustomed to the hardness of metal and stone and the surging of Spiritual Power.
The customs of the Prehistoric World were open, and living beings acted according to their natures.
The union of yin and yang for reproduction was also one of the natural orders of the Heavenly Dao, unconstrained by excessive worldly rites.
Tongtian himself was even more carefree and uninhibited. He had seen countless