After the evening's cultivation ended, the glow of soul power on the training field gradually faded.
The students headed back to the dorms in twos and threes. Feng Xiaotian was still arguing with Huo Wushuang over whose Soul Power Ball spun faster, Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er were still ignoring each other, and Ning Rongrong hugged her notebook as she jogged after Xiao Wu to ask about a detail in circulating soul power.
Xiao Wu patiently finished explaining, then watched Ning Rongrong's retreating figure. Suddenly, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
"Let's go. Back to wash up together." Su Mo's voice was very low, his warm breath brushing past the shell of her ear.
Xiao Wu's body stiffened slightly.
She turned her head and met Su Mo's cold, stern eyes. At that moment, something she had never seen before churned within them—a scorching heat that had been suppressed for too long and was finally no longer restrained.
She suddenly understood what he meant.
Her face flushed all the way to her ears, her heart pounding like a drum. She lowered her head and gave a soft "Mm" in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Su Mo said nothing more. He only took her hand, his fingertips gently stroking the back of it twice.
A ripple of space spread silently, swallowing their figures.
Void Space.
The gray, misty boundary of the void still stretched beyond sight. The broken stones on the Floating Island had already been cleared away, replaced by a small wooden house that was not large, but had clearly been arranged with great care.
The moment the door opened, Xiao Wu froze.
Several steaming dishes were laid out on the table, all of them her favorites.
A bunch of wildflowers stood on the windowsill,