"Yue Shen had her own path, and you have yours. Though your paths differ, they lead to the same destination. There's no need to think so little of yourselves."
Yan Fei's heart warmed. She turned to look at him, his profile reflected in her deep eyes. Lowering her gaze slightly, she said softly:
"Thank you, husband."
Yan Lingji giggled and leaned against his shoulder, her voice sweet and soft.
"Then thank you, husband~ When the time comes, I'll have to pick carefully and choose the prettiest Divine Core, the one that suits me best."
"Mm... Ideally, it'll be shaped like a flame, like a flower that never withers."
While Yan Lingji was still lost in her lovely imaginings, the door to Yue Shen's bedroom suddenly flew open behind them!
"Creak—"
A moon-white sleeve shot out from inside, like a nimble serpent or a streak of moonlight given form. It lashed forth with lightning speed!
It moved so fast that Yan Lingji didn't even have time to react. The sleeve had already whipped straight toward Zhao Linchuan!
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Linchuan was wrapped up tightly in the sleeve, like prey ensnared in a spider's web.
Then the sleeve snapped taut and reeled him into the air, dragging him back inside like a bolt of lightning!
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut again, making the carved window lattice tremble and shaking loose a few wisps of dust.
Yan Lingji stood frozen. She blinked once, then twice, and only came back to her senses after a long moment.
She stared at the shut door, then at Yan Fei, who was just as stunned, and murmured:
"Is Sister Yue Shen... is she going to kill her own husband?"
Her voice held shock, but there was also a faint hint of eager