Smack! That was quick.
When Ye Xuan saw that Qian Renxue had not only made him a memorial portrait, but had even set up an altar for him,
he could clearly feel his palm itching. It itched terribly.
Then a delicate cry of surprise rang out from the secret chamber.
"Ah~~~!"
That's right. Ye Xuan had brought his poised palm down on Qian Renxue's butt.
It was soft, springy, and surprisingly nice to the touch.
When Qian Renxue felt her butt get smacked, she almost instinctively drew the Angel God Sword and slashed backward.
Ye Xuan was startled by her move and hurriedly retreated several steps.
"Holy crap! Are you trying to murder your own husband?!"
Looking at the rare-metal floor plate, cleaved cleanly in two as if it were tofu, Ye Xuan broke into a cold sweat at Qian Renxue's actions.
When Qian Renxue saw the living figure before her, she froze on the spot.
A few seconds later, she looked at Ye Xuan with a complicated expression.
But soon she remembered that she had secretly set up a memorial portrait and funeral altar for him. Her cheeks flushed scarlet in an instant.
"Y-you're still alive?!"
Qian Renxue held the Angel God Sword in front of the memorial tablet she had kept there for several days, as if trying to hide it.
Ye Xuan folded his arms and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
"What, were you really hoping I'd die?"
Feeling the reproach in Ye Xuan's gaze, Qian Renxue was uncharacteristically flustered.
"I... I didn't mean that. Grandpa said you might have met with an accident, so I..."
As she spoke, she conjured a wisp of sacred fire and burned the memorial tablet behind her to ashes.
"W-well, anyway, now that you're back, I need to tell