As night deepened, the neon lights of Evernight City streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spilled into the private room, casting a hazy glow over the goddesses.
Styx set down his wine cup, withdrawing his gaze from the bustling scene outside and turning it toward the women beside him who had followed him through endless years.
They had all sealed their cultivation at that moment, drinking and chatting like ordinary women. Their eyes and brows were filled with a lively spirit that had once been difficult to see.
"What is Brother thinking about?" Wood Spirit tilted his head and leaned closer, a hint of sly amusement in his eyes. "Is he upset because that brat Black Tortoise is being too showy?"
Styx smiled and shook his head. "The Vast Red Dust contains all kinds of living beings. If we don't truly immerse ourselves in it, how can we temper our Dao Hearts and remain true to ourselves?"
"Although Black Tortoise is somewhat uninhibited, it is ultimately his own choice. I don't think there is anything wrong with that."
Wangshu took a small sip of wine. Her usually cool features looked much gentler beneath the lights. "Fellow Daoist, you are absolutely right. After sealing my cultivation and walking the world as a mortal these years, I finally realized that I had always remained aloof, focusing only on cultivation. I had never stopped to admire the scenery of this world."
"Scenery?" Houtu blinked. "Does Sister mean the old man selling candied hawthorns on the street corner, or the security guard downstairs who is always smiling at us?"
The women all covered their mouths and laughed. Nuwa leaned closer and teased, "Has Sister Houtu developed mortal feelings?"
Houtu's pretty face flushed slightly. She stole a glance at Styx from the corner of her