Within Bai Xuanling's Sea of Consciousness.
Perhaps because Chu Xingchen and Xuanle had both been beaten by Bai Xuanling, they had something in common. Coupled with Bai Xuanling's deterrent presence, their attitudes toward each other showed no problems, at least for now.
Chu Xingchen and Xuanle both wore mild expressions as they chatted and walked through this desolate Sea of Consciousness.
It was hard to say whether Bai Xuanling was on her guard, but there were at least things she was unwilling to discuss. What Chu Xingchen wanted to know might lie among those things, so his target naturally had to shift to Xuanle, the inner demon who possessed much the same memories yet was at odds with Bai Xuanling.
Chu Xingchen pointed at a stretch of dark-red ruins and the cultivators constantly fighting in the sky above them, asking:
"Has it been nothing but scenes of fighting and killing here all these years?"
"My sister's heart is full of violence. Naturally, this place can only be like this."
"Ah, no wonder you were a little impatient when we first met. If I had to watch this for centuries, I'd be impatient too."
"You do know how to say a few decent words after all. I was in the wrong before." Xuanle's voice remained as gentle as ever.
Chu Xingchen looked grateful. "You really are magnanimous, Sister Xuanle. Speaking of which, can you truly not control any of this? Let them fight if they love fighting so much, but couldn't you change the scenery into something prettier?"
"Green mountains and clear waters might not be as interesting and refined as this place, but wouldn't relaxing a little now and then be a better choice?"
Xuanle glanced at Bai Xuanling, who followed behind them with an indifferent expression, and gave a