Ten Divine Mansions

"Wait here. I'll pick the best Chaos Spirit Flowers!"

"I'll weave the prettiest flower crown!"

With that, she turned into a streak of green light and flew toward the flower beds on the other side of the World Tree.

Yao Yao stood where she was, watching that streak of green light fly away.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered through her clear eyes.

Then she turned around.

Xiao Qing still sat cross-legged atop the thick root stretching across the void.

His green robes were unchanged, his black hair hanging loose.

Yao Yao's figure was reflected in those Eye of the Chaos Deity, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly.

Yao Yao walked toward him.

Her bare feet stepped through the void, and with every step, a Chaos Spirit Flower bloomed beneath them.

The flowers bloomed under her feet and withered after she passed. Their blooming and fading lasted only an instant, yet they were so beautiful that no one could look away.

She stopped three feet in front of Xiao Qing.

Then she raised her head and looked up at the Green-Robed Man who had lectured her on the Dao for ten years while she slept.

"Brother Xiao Qing."

She called softly.

Her voice still carried that childish yet cool tone.

But the emotion in her clear eyes was entirely unlike that coolness.

It was dependence.

A natural closeness born between the one who had been given a name by fate and the one who had bestowed that name upon her.

Chapter 472: Ten Divine Repositories

Xiao Qing looked at her, then extended his hand. A faint, gentle wisp of chaotic light gathered at the tip of his index finger.

The light contained part of his understanding of the Dao, yet he had suppressed it to its gentlest state.