Naturally, they couldn't keep going like that. Felix blushed crimson and went back to handling the lamb.
Just then, Vishy came back carrying a bag of fresh shrimp. She glanced at Weiser and said bluntly, "Here you are, ruining someone else's good time again?"
"What do you mean, ruining a good time? I just happened to be here." Weiser shot her a look. "It's just that you, Pleasure Prince, can't spend more than a few seconds with Ash without turning into a female beast."
"You—"
"Sister Vishy, help me with the lamb!" Felix stepped between them and said pitifully, "I'll make the stewed beef, okay?"
Vishy and Weiser looked at each other. They might not give Ash any face, but Felix had always been diligent, never fought or grabbed for anything, so this time they gave her face and stopped arguing.
Ash took the spatula from Weiser, added cooking wine, flipped the meat once, covered the pan, and let it keep frying over low heat. Then he reached out and poked Weiser on the forehead. "Welcome back."
"I'm back." Weiser rubbed her forehead, not entirely convinced.
"How's the Dream Ladder?"
"Very stable. I also patched a few breaches in the Sea of Knowledge and the Sixfold Hell. Small leaks will probably keep appearing one after another, but there shouldn't be any large ones anymore."
The Supreme Spell Spirit, Youlan Weiser, was responsible for reconstructing the Dream Ladder and repairing every breach in the entire Void Realm. Although Ash had replaced the Void Realm's framework with Soul Heaven, the terrible impact caused by the Doomsday Cataclysm was simply too great. It was like a ship smashed to pieces and then pieced back together with a steel frame; of course it would leak everywhere.
The nearly omnipotent Silver Lamp God was responsible