The exquisite little tower nestled against the mountains and beside the water, quaint and elegant.
What had once been Jinse's property was now legally owned by Xiang Yuan and Chan'er. They lived in her house, occupied her magical treasures, spent her cultivation resources, and had even destroyed her Primordial Spirit.
And even so, Chan'er still refused to let Jinse go. Every now and then, she would drag her out for a walk, make her sing, dance, and rap, turning her into another part of their play.
Judging by the outcome alone, Xiang Yuan and Chan'er were the real villains—the wicked demons of the unorthodox path, a male and female pair of baleful fiends.
On the second floor of the embroidered pavilion lay Jinse's boudoir. Her presence seemed to remain, her lingering fragrance still in the air.
Upon an ornately carved white-jade cloud bed, Xiang Yuan sat on a cushion, while Chan'er sat atop Xiang Yuan.
There was no mortise-and-tenon joining involved; they were both fully clothed.
Chan'er had changed into a suit of white. After defeating the boss and opening the loot chest, she had happily picked up the spoils and obtained an immortal robe of protective light. Since it had belonged to Jinse, wearing it made her feel especially pleased.
Xiang Yuan sat cross-legged, consolidating his Spirit Transformation realm. By convention, he reviewed the gains and losses of the battle, identifying his shortcomings so he would not make the same mistakes next time.
Strictly speaking, he should have done this long ago.
But he had been busy. He had only just managed to find the time.
Chan'er had no mind for cultivation at all. One moment she would touch her husband's face, the next she would sneak a kiss from his lips, wriggling about in Xiang Yuan's arms without