In this little world above the clouds, time seemed to have frozen.
Who knew how long had passed before Su Miao's eyelashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes.
Still groggy from sleep, she found herself staring at a honey-colored chest. Looking higher, her gaze crashed into a pair of amber eyes.
Those eyes were watching her, their gaze deep and gentle.
Su Miao slipped out of Zhunti's embrace.
"Sorry for troubling you, Martial Uncle."
Zhunti reached out and ruffled her hair.
"Our Little Miao Heng is now the Sect Master of Farm Teachings, the Underworld's planner, and a great figure blessed by Great Dao merit. It is an honor for your Martial Uncle to stand guard for you."
Su Miao grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down.
"Don't tell my Masters about how lazy and unpresentable I was!"
"I won't. I'll tell them that our Miao Heng endured many hardships, commanded with perfect composure, and became one of the Prehistoric World's great leaders."
Spirit Mountain
Jieyin's voice was like a leaf falling onto water.
"Do you think he can hold that line?"
Zhunti said, "I don't know."
Jieyin asked, "Will you hold it?"
Zhunti's gaze fell on the moment Su Miao opened her eyes in the Light Curtain and met those amber pupils. He saw a faint, embarrassed blush rise to the girl's face, and saw that trace of tenderness ripple through "his own" eyes.
"...I want to hold it.
But I don't know whether the other me can bear to."
Inside the Rogue Cultivator Teahouse.
Someone muttered quietly.
"That look in Saint Zhunti's eyes... Why do I feel like it's a little dangerous?"
The person beside them asked, "What kind of dangerous?"
"Like... he wants to hide something, but isn't very good at hiding it."
"You're just