"Rumor has it you've been turning into a zombie all this time. Are you really that bored?" The moment Han Weiwei entered Wei Suo's quiet room, she casually shut its stone door behind her. Looking smug, she stared at Wei Suo, who lay stiff as a zombie atop the thick Silver Grass Mat.
"Huh?" Wei Suo had been absorbed in several inexplicable strands of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi tangled together, and had not noticed Han Weiwei arrive at all. When he swept out with his spiritual sense, he was instantly startled. "Han Weiwei, you've actually reached the peak of the Mind Splitting Realm Fifth Level?"
"That's right, zombie husband. What did you call me? When nobody was around, didn't you always like calling me Miss Han or little perky-butt wife? What, you're already at the peak of Divine Profound First Level, so I'm not allowed to reach the peak of Mind Splitting Stage Fifth Level?" Han Weiwei sat down beside Wei Suo with considerable pride and unceremoniously pinched his cheek. "Does it really take so long that you can't even move a finger every time you imprint a divine pattern with the Eternal Saint Creation Art?"
"Little perky-butt wife, you're right. I really can't move. How is Yuqing doing?" Wei Suo could not even move his eyeballs. He only felt his nose beginning to itch again, as several strands of Han Weiwei's hair had fallen across it, their faint fragrance making his heart itch as well.
"Looks like she'll only need another day or two." Han Weiwei leaned closer and looked around. "Why does your quiet room seem a little hot?" As she spoke, Han Weiwei deliberately loosened her Dharma robe slightly, revealing a bit of her smooth, snowy-white shoulder.
"Uh..." Wei Suo was immediately rendered speechless. Han Weiwei