Su Miao and Zhunti rode the same Auspicious Cloud back to Kunlun.
Zhunti returned to his original appearance, his luxurious robes spread out as he reclined halfway back, barefoot on the cloud, looking at the exhausted Su Miao.
"If you're tired, lean on me for a while."
Su Miao did not stand on ceremony. She leaned back, resting her spine against Zhunti's raised leg. Zhunti naturally handed her a cup of Honey Dew.
The aftershocks of the earth-shaking battle at the Blood Sea had yet to fade, yet the Su Miao on the screen seemed to have had every last bit of strength drained from her. She collapsed backward, her spine against Zhunti's bent leg, like a boneless cat.
The entire Prehistoric World fell silent for a moment.
The Peak Quasi-Saint who had just suppressed the uprising above the Blood Sea, combining three strands of Merit into one, was now shamelessly sprawled across a Saint's lap.
Taiyi slowly raised his brows.
"Wait, wait, wait—she's leaning against Zhunti's leg while drinking something, and Zhunti is even handing her the cup? I honestly don't know where to start mocking this scene."
Guang Chengzi gave a soft cough, raised a hand to his forehead, and spoke with helplessness that did little to conceal itself.
"Watch your words, Junior Brother. We should watch more and speak less."
Yun Zhongzi did not mind.
"Junior Martial Sister takes after Martial Uncle Tongtian. She has always been carefree and unrestrained.
"She does not bother with empty formalities around people she knows. What is so strange about that?"
Hearing Yun Zhongzi say so, everyone else suppressed their astonishment, though their gazes still could not help sticking to the projection Light Curtain.
After all, they had never seen such an intimate scene between a Saint of The West and