Qian Renxue (51)

But the Deities knew this was only a temporary peace.

In Quiet Garden, Tang Wulin reclined against a bamboo lounge chair, resting with his eyes closed. The early morning sunlight filtered through the sparse bamboo leaves, casting mottled light and shadow over his pale face. Half a year had passed, but his body remained weak. Though his Soul Power had broken through to rank thirty, to someone who had once wielded Dragon God Power, this strength was so meager it ached to think about.

Qian Renxue sat on the Stone Stool beside him, holding an ancient-looking volume in her hands, yet she had not taken in a single word. Her gaze lingered on her husband's face. Between brows that had once been handsome and spirited, something she could not put into words had settled now—not dejection, nor despair, but a strange calm, like the surface of the sea after a storm, deep and all-embracing.

"You've been staring at me for half an hour." Tang Wulin did not open his eyes, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

Qian Renxue's cheeks turned slightly red, but she neither looked away nor avoided him. "What's wrong with looking at my husband?"

"Naturally, nothing." Tang Wulin finally opened his eyes. In those eyes, once more restored to a brilliant blue, his wife's face was reflected. "It's just that you're worried about something."

With her thoughts exposed, Qian Renxue gave a soft sigh and set down the scroll in her hands. "Although the will of the Eye of Annihilation was severely wounded, it has not truly perished. Yesterday, Father discussed it with the two God Kings, Destruction and Life. They suspect that was only the projection of one of its avatars, while its true body still lies hidden in the depths of the abyss."