Jiang Yang had not slept so deeply in a long time—so long it might have been in his previous life.
In his haze, a cold wind swept over him, as though someone had hauled him straight out of his warm bed.
Opening his bleary eyes, he saw a figure in pale green standing before him, a faint smile on her face tinged with reproach. She said lightly:
"You certainly are blessed. Even in adversity, you never lack a beauty at your side."
"True Person Xuan Xi!"
The sight of the woman's face jolted Jiang Yang awake, and he pushed himself half upright:
"What brings you here, True Person?"
"Hmph."
The female True Person gave a soft snort, her lovely eyes shifting as she replied:
"If we hadn't found you soon, my junior brother and I would have turned all of Xianyu upside down. Yet here you were, enjoying yourself in hiding without even leaving a message..."
At her words, Jiang Yang followed her gaze downward and hastily straightened Tai Pei'er in his arms. He smoothed her rumpled clothes a little before replying with some embarrassment:
"You jest, True Person. Urgent circumstances call for expedient measures. I had no other choice."
To put it bluntly, anyone who saw this scene would have misunderstood. Jiang Yang truly found it difficult to explain just then, but his attention soon shifted elsewhere.
Wasn't I inside the Grotto-Heaven? How did I end up in the Mortal World? Could it be...
Hearing her mention Xianyu, he immediately caught on and took the opportunity to change the subject:
"May I ask how much time has passed since the upheaval began, True Person?"
"Just over a month."
"Where am I now?"
"In a secret realm in northern Xianyu."
"How are things outside?"
"The upheaval has ended. They're tallying