Ouyang abruptly sat up on a cloud, looked around in frustration, and could not help grumbling inwardly.
Women really are fickle creatures. First she enthusiastically dragged me into her room, then she suddenly attacked, and finally she didn't even give me time to prepare before hypnotizing me with a Dao lecture!
"What, do you need me to push you down?" Mu Yunhai's voice came from behind him.
Ouyang froze in the middle of his grumbling, then awkwardly turned to see Mu Yunhai's pretty, frost-covered face.
What could be more awkward than someone finding out you had been badmouthing them?
Being caught red-handed while you were doing it!
Ouyang swallowed and said with a sheepish smile, "No need to trouble you, Little Master's Wife. I know my own... Aaaah... fuck..."
The white cloud beneath him split open on its own, and Ouyang plunged headfirst from high in the sky.
Wind roared into his ears. Squinting, Ouyang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar high-rises below, at the boxy cars crawling over the elevated roads that wound through the city.
Even up in the sky, he seemed able to smell the gasoline in their exhaust fumes.
Ouyang turned himself around in midair, and a black umbrella suddenly appeared in his hand.
His rapidly plummeting figure suddenly began drifting leisurely through the air.
This was the life-bound dream Little Master's Wife had brought him into last time, and the main reason Ouyang had wanted to come here this time.
Ouyang wanted to see what this place had become after so much time had passed.
Beneath the gently swaying black umbrella, his blue-green-robed figure was utterly at ease.
The entire city lay beneath him. Only as he looked down over it like a great bird did Ouyang realize just how small a city like this