Deep within the Secret Realm, clouds and mist swirled as Yun Che flew along with Zhuge Buhuo. He was not moving quickly, seemingly observing their surroundings on purpose.
After three days of "special treatment," Zhuge Buhuo had suffered tremendous mental "trauma," but his physical pain had indeed disappeared.
The savage Wild God power within him had been completely suppressed and guided onto the "right path." Although the process was too embarrassing to mention, the results were particularly remarkable.
Though Zhuge Buhuo's face was still somewhat pale, his eyes were much clearer now, no longer filled with the obsession and madness of before. Only those resentful little glances kept drifting toward Yun Che. Anyone who did not know better might have thought Yun Che had seduced him and then abandoned him.
"All right, all right, you just had a few intimate encounters with the ground! Is this really necessary?" Yun Che said with a laugh.
"Is this really necessary?!" Zhuge Buhuo looked as though he had just heard the most irresponsible bullshit in the world.
His voice suddenly rose, filled with irrepressible fury and a barely perceptible trace of grievance. "Easy for you to say! What the hell was that pink mist? It was more potent than the strongest aphrodisiac! A dignified Upper Position God like me, reduced to... reduced to..."
At this point, an unnatural flush spread across his face. Clearly recalling those unbearable scenes, he simply could not bring himself to finish. Instead, he gave a heavy snort and turned to look elsewhere, though the tips of his ears quietly reddened.
He truly could not imagine how that pink mist could be so fierce. He was an Upper Position God, after all, yet even he had been put through the wringer. Had it not been for the astonishing recovery