Su Miao decided not to think about it anymore.
The Secret Realm was right before her, its treasures beckoning to her. Only a fool would stay away.
Su Miao rose and dusted off the nonexistent dirt from her robe.
"Then I'll head back to the Farm Teachings and make arrangements first."
Zhunti rose with her, his silver white hair slipping over his shoulders.
"I'll see you off."
Su Miao raised a hand to stop him, her palm held upright in a crisp, decisive gesture.
"Stay. You two can keep arguing."
Zhunti halted.
Su Miao raised her hand. Drawing upon her familiarity with the Space Law, her fingertips easily traced an arc through the void.
Space tore open before her, revealing a deep, shadowy rift.
She stepped into it, and her figure vanished into the gap in space.
The rift closed, and Lake Heart Island fell quiet.
Only the wind, the water, and the silence between the two Saints remained.
Zhunti stood by the lake, gazing in the direction Su Miao had vanished. His silver white hair was lifted by the wind and streamed behind him.
"Martial Brother, did you do that on purpose?"
Jieyin sat on a stone stool, slowly circling a finger along the rim of his cup.
"What did I do on purpose?"
Zhunti turned around. Jieyin's face reflected in his amber eyes, while the hint of red at the corners of his eyes stood out sharply under the sunlight.
"Every time I talk to Miao Heng, you cut in."
Jieyin lifted his eyes to look at him, his golden pupils calm as still water.
"I was merely speaking."
Zhunti walked over, his bare feet stepping across the Bluestone Slab as the bells chimed. He sat opposite Jieyin and tapped the tabletop with his fingers.
"You were competing