Rescuing the Divine Silkworm War King!

The words fell.

Situ Xiao Yue cautiously asked you what Peak No. 36 was.

You told her it was your home in Xuanji Hall, and from now on, it would be home to her and her brother too.

She asked if it was big. You said it wasn't, but there was room enough, and a Peach Blossom Forest grew on the mountain. The blossoms were a variety she would like.

She bit her lip and nodded hard. Then she looked back at her brother, whom you were supporting, and the corners of her mouth finally lifted.

Peak No. 36 of Xuanji Hall stood alone in the depths of the sea of clouds, quieter than any other peak.

It was your private territory in Xuanji Hall. No disciples would come to disturb you.

There were two Quiet Rooms in the courtyard. One was yours; the other had stood empty until now.

You settled Situ Hao Yue on the jade bed in the Quiet Room and checked his wounds again.

The wound on his right arm was healing steadily. The meridians corroded by the Source of the Weird were gradually regaining their resilience under the nourishment of Chaos Divine Power.

But decades of corrosion could not be undone overnight. His cultivation had fallen too far.

He had dropped from Immortal Sovereign Mid Stage all the way to Immortal Sovereign Early Stage, and his foundation was badly damaged. Returning to his peak would take a long period of recovery.

But none of that was urgent.

He was somewhere safe now, with ample pills and spiritual energy. Given the recuperative power of his direct Primordial Dragon bloodline, recovery was only a matter of time.

Situ Xiao Yue slept like the dead in the other Quiet Room.

For the first time in decades, she slept