At dawn, the outline of the Kunlun Mountains flickered in and out of view through the thin mist.
A streak of light tore across the sky and landed steadily in the courtyard of Kunlun Academy's villa district.
As the light faded, Xia Yuan was still in Artoria's form, her long golden hair flowing with a honey-like sheen beneath the rising sun.
She held Mo Shiyu in her arms, gentle yet firm. Her pure white cloak draped down and fluttered faintly in the breeze.
"What's going on right now?" Mo Shiyu was completely dazed.
From the Spirit Tamer Great Wall to Kunlun Academy, she had spent the entire journey in a strange haze.
At first, it was because she had just gone through a shocking battle, and Xia Yuan had directly leaped down from the city wall, leaving her mentally exhausted.
But soon, her attention had been completely diverted to another matter.
She was being carried in Xia Yuan's arms.
This was the very pose she had dreamed of and longed for day and night!!
When she read fairy tales as a child, she had always thought about how wonderful it would be if one day, the person she loved carried her like this.
Later, when she grew up, she understood that the relationship between a spirit tamer and a spirit was special, but the thought still surfaced from time to time.
Especially when Xia Yuan transformed into different forms, being held like this was simply a dream come true.
But reality always differed slightly from expectations. Xia Yuan had always treated Mo Shiyu "roughly."
For example, there was the Ansei drum form, where she was carried like a bag, or the rice-sack style where she was slung over a shoulder.
Today was a rare occasion where she was treated gently,