Su Mo froze at those words, not understanding what had prompted the Great Calamity's question out of nowhere.
Still, Su Mo answered out of habit, "Not bad, I suppose..."
Seeing Su Mo's bewilderment, the Great Calamity shook his head with a smile and said no more.
The two lay there for a long time. Beside them, the Mysterious Maiden opened her eyes and rolled them helplessly at the utterly undignified master and disciple.
Lying in the Rocking Chair, Su Mo recalled many things amid the silence.
At some point, a wind had risen in the Divine Realm. It swept over the two reclining in their rocking chairs, stirring Su Mo's spotless white Confucian Robe and awakening a trace of inexplicable melancholy.
At some point, the Great Calamity, too, seemed to recall something. He turned toward Su Mo, hesitating to speak.
Su Mo seemed to notice that his elder brother had something to say, and immediately asked in puzzlement, "What is it?"
The Great Calamity sighed and turned toward Su Mo, speaking slowly. "Aren't you curious about what the Mysterious Maiden and I encountered at the end of the Long Corridor?"
Su Mo nodded, then shook his head.
"I want to know. But I also know that if you and Sister Mysterious Maiden want to tell me, you certainly will. If you don't, you must have your own reasons."
The Mysterious Maiden turned to look at them, a trace of complexity in her expression. Her lips parted, but she said nothing.
The Great Calamity nodded at his words and volunteered, "Actually, the Mysterious Maiden and I haven't recovered our cultivation."
"What?" Su Mo froze, staring at the Great Calamity in surprise.
Outside the Demon Realm, the Great Calamity and the Mysterious Maiden had clearly displayed cultivation at Difficult Realm Perfection. They