The great weight in Xu Wanru's heart finally lifted after she returned from the forbidden land.
Everything looked pleasing to her now. Humming merrily to herself, she walked alone along a secluded little path within the holy land.
Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead. That figure noticed Xu Wanru as well and greeted her expressionlessly.
"Greetings, Holy Lord. May I ask what orders bring you here?"
Looking at the icy-faced young girl before her, Xu Wanru said helplessly, "Mu Ling, smile more when you have nothing to do. What's with a girl always wearing such a cold face?"
This was not the first time Xu Wanru had urged the young girl to smile more, but Mu Ling was like an emotionless doll, utterly unmoved.
If Xu Wanru had not teased the young girl last time and been chased across one hundred and eighty mountain peaks with a blade, she would never have known Mu Ling could get angry.
Before the other disciples, Xu Wanru would still put on the airs of a Holy Lord.
But before an expressionless doll, she always felt that putting on airs made her look like a clown.
So, after spending enough time together, Xu Wanru naturally let her guard down, revealing her true nature completely.
Thus, Mu Ling had long ceased to find it strange to see Xu Wanru hopping about and humming a tune.
In the same calm tone, she replied, "Holy Lord, I don't want to grow wrinkles like you."
"Fuck, that's going too far! Don't think you can be so unscrupulous just because I'm usually close to you!"
Ignoring the hopping-mad Xu Wanru, Mu Ling turned back to watch the jade-green ripples spreading across the lake, countless thoughts swirling through her mind.
It had been ten years since she transmigrated into Yaochi Holy