"I won't be attending the banquet," Miss Gourd said softly. "You know I don't like being around strangers... besides, my identity is even more sensitive now. If I show up, it'll cause even more trouble."
Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing. Who would have thought that an Ultimate Demon God would have such severe social anxiety?
"Whatever you prefer." Zhang Ming held her cool hand. "But what about the work in the Burial Realm? Someone has to oversee cooperation with all those Demon Gods, and you have social anxiety..."
"Should we leave one personality behind? No. 101?"
Gourd leaned against him and said softly, "I'll give them a... stone with some of my power stored inside. They can use that little tool to establish preliminary communication with the Demon Gods."
"As for anything more troublesome, we'll deal with it when the time comes. It's not as though we're never coming back."
"I'm not leaving any personalities behind. We agreed to travel together. Miss Hui would be very angry if we left her here!"
The two stayed there, gazing at the distant sunset. After the great battle, apart from the slowly setting Sun, all that remained in the Burial Realm was the loess plateau.
Zhang Ming felt peaceful and serene. He had few desires and simply enjoyed the quiet passage of time.
The girl in his arms kept giggling to herself, seemingly plotting something.
Before long, her palms were sweating with nerves.
"I... I want to sing a song. I'll need your help."
"What song?"
"Beautiful Myth."
Zhang Ming knew the young girl was having one of her artsy spells. He quickly cleared his throat. "You're certainly beautiful enough, but the scenery here falls a little short. It's just an ordinary sunset."
"Then shall I take you somewhere more beautiful? Please close