"Is that it?"
Qian Renxue asked softly, a trace of unreality in her voice.
Tang San, the man who had once brought Spirit Hall endless trouble, who had even inherited the Asura God's position, had actually died so easily at her husband's hands.
Tang Xiao turned around and looked at his wife in her golden dress, noble and elegant, and his tense body relaxed.
"What else?"
"Were you expecting me to fight him for three days and nights and tear this perfectly good estate apart?"
Tang Xiao joked with a smile, reaching out to take Qian Renxue's soft, boneless jade hand.
Qian Renxue leaned obediently against his shoulder, feeling the warmth that belonged to him alone.
"I just feel like everything is a dream."
"Before, I thought gods were invincible."
"But now, even the strongest enforcer of the God Realm couldn't last more than a few moves against you."
Qian Renxue lifted her head, her bright eyes looking straight at him.
Tang Xiao led her toward the pavilion, his tone casual.
"Gods are just people with greater power."
"As long as your power is enough, gods will die all the same."
The two sat down in the pavilion, where the tea on the table was still steaming gently.
Qian Renxue took the initiative to lift the teapot and poured Tang Xiao a cup of tea.
"Husband, have some tea."
Tang Xiao took the teacup and sipped lightly. It was faintly sweet on the tongue, carrying a delicate orchid fragrance.
"Your skill is getting better and better."
Hearing Tang Xiao's praise, a lovely blush appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
"As long as you like it."
"Back when I was disguised as Xue Qinghe in the Heaven Dou Empire, whenever I had nothing to do, I liked studying the art of tea."