At these words!
Murong Wanwan's anger flared at once as she reproached him coquettishly:
"Husband, are you blaming me?"
"You should know that these orders were originally meant for you to refine. I kindly helped you, and now you're blaming me for not trying hard enough.
What kind of logic is that?"
Huh?
Wasn't it you who insisted on doing it?
How had it become my fault now?
And I only asked one question—how had that turned into blame?
Could she have misheard me?
In an instant.
Countless questions flashed through his mind.
Just as Cheng Buzheng was feeling utterly baffled, his wife added:
"Say something!"
"What did I do wrong? Can't I change?"
Seeing the resentment hidden between his wife's brows, Cheng Buzheng finally understood what was going on.
In that moment, his head began to ache.
Then!
Cheng Buzheng first gave an awkward smile and hurriedly said:
"What's wrong? Who made my wife angry? Watch me wipe him out!"
As he spoke.
Cheng Buzheng looked around in all directions, as though searching for the person who had angered his wife.
Seeing her husband act like this, the gloom in Murong Wanwan's heart vanished completely.
"Enough!"
"I'm not angry anymore, but you have to tell me—when will your true body emerge from seclusion?"
At these words.
Cheng Buzheng's scalp instantly went numb.
Could anyone imagine discussing the Great Dao of Life for six or seven months at a stretch?
Even a dirt-sucking machine needed refueling and maintenance!
Let alone a person!
Even though a Mortal Cultivator's body was incomparably powerful, it could not withstand charging ahead for such a long time!
In any case, whenever he thought of facing such a trial after ending closed-door meditation, Cheng Buzheng was unwilling a hundred times over.
Therefore!
Over these years, Cheng