Wang Yue watched Lu Zhaoyao's cautious demeanor and felt rather troubled. He couldn't bring himself to criticize her, so he said irritably, "To cultivate the Ice Purity Art to the point where an iceberg appears in your Sea of Consciousness shows just how great a crisis you faced.
"Still, you've turned misfortune into a blessing. Once your inner demon is purified, it'll provide your soul with a great deal of energy. That's why I said you'd be able to become an immortal once you recovered."
Actually, it was much like how a cultivator's power would surge after overcoming an inner demon. The only difference was that Lu Zhaoyao's inner demon had cultivated on its own before she devoured it.
Hearing this, Lu Zhaoyao no longer felt afraid. As long as she didn't reveal that her inner demon had appeared because of the child, then even if Wang Yue blamed her for being too impatient with her cultivation, it wouldn't be a big deal.
So she quickly looked at him ingratiatingly and said, "I understand. But you have Sister Lu to blame for this. Look at her cultivation—she's almost an Earth Immortal already. How could I not feel anxious?"
Wang Yue knew Lu Zhaoyao was doing it on purpose. It was a tactic of offense as defense: she wanted him to feel guilty so she could get away with it.
He shook his head helplessly and said earnestly, "Love brings worry; love brings fear. You've always been carefree, so your inner demon probably had a lot to do with me. Even if it wasn't about your Sister Lu, it was likely something else related to me.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, and I won't ask. Just remember, your husband is someone you can rely on.