Sensing the changes in his Left Hand Acupoints, Meng Qi smiled faintly. His Spiritual Sense sank in, stepping into that world. It had grown dim and still, able to soothe the fear and pain in every heart and dissolve their obsessions. Death Intent lingered, yet life remained undiminished. It was all profoundly mysterious, like a final resting place—a hometown eternal and unchanging.
At the very center of the world floated a lotus throne, perfected in nine grades and pale as ivory, fresh and dewy. Gu Xiaosang sat upon it, seeming all the more ethereal and untouched by worldly dust, as if born of heaven itself. A faint, ancient aura drifted from her.
Compared with their last meeting, her features were even more exquisitely beautiful, beyond description, and her bearing seemed all the more divine and otherworldly.
But when she saw Meng Qi enter, her eyes turned, and dimples appeared. Her familiar, mischievous spirit seemed to leap back into view, and the inhuman air fell away.
"Husband, you came into your concubine's 'boudoir' without even announcing yourself. How very reckless. Weren't you afraid you'd see something you shouldn't?" Not a trace of reproach showed in Gu Xiaosang's brows or eyes as she smiled brightly. "But I suppose that's only natural. We're husband and wife, so my boudoir is your bedroom. There's no need to avoid anything."
You've said both sides of it. How am I supposed to respond to that...? Meng Qi grumbled inwardly, then smiled. "Quite right. What a pity I didn't stumble upon anything that might set the imagination racing..."
He had meant to flirt a little, but the words caught in his throat halfway through. Ultimately, it was because he and Gu Xiaosang weren't that "familiar." The one he had known well was the Da Luo Saintess, and