Taizhen took a few steps forward, pressed her slender, jade-like hand against He Pingsheng's chest, and gave him a gentle push.
He Pingsheng went along with it and fell back onto the meditation cushion he normally used.
Then Taizhen stepped forward without ceremony, swung one long leg over to straddle his lap, gathered the hair behind her, twisted it into a braid, and held it in her mouth.
The sight immediately struck He Pingsheng as familiar. He stiffened in alarm and asked, "Who taught you that?"
With her hair between her teeth, Taizhen could not speak, so she transmitted her voice through her thoughts instead. "Kong Jiaojiao told me... she said you liked this best..."
Before she could finish, He Pingsheng pushed her away.
With a wave of his hand, He Pingsheng took dozens of bottles of [Divinity-Pacifying Pills] from his Storage Ring. "Just tell me if you're short on resources!"
"I'll refine some more for you over the next while!"
"Hehehe..." Taizhen opened her mouth, and her beautiful hair spilled from it like a waterfall. Through coldly clenched teeth, she said, "So the promise you made back in the Immortal Realm was a lie?"
"He Pingsheng, oh, He Pingsheng... you dared acknowledge it, but you don't dare act on it?"
Only then did He Pingsheng remember that he had indeed acknowledged her as his senior concubine back in the Immortal Realm.
Otherwise, Taizhen would never have agreed to ascend to the Divine Realm, would she?
He Pingsheng flushed. "Ahem... well, Taizhen... aren't I in a hurry to cultivate and improve my cultivation?"
Taizhen rolled her eyes at him. "In the Divine Command Realm, a single stretch of secluded cultivation can easily last several yuan. Would a day or two make any difference?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... perhaps it'll be over