A short while later, in the living room.
Nangong Ye sat in a chair, looking straight ahead. She had already changed into her Black-and-White Daoist Robe and put her hair up beneath a White Jade Crown, regaining the air of a sword immortal devoid of emotion or desire, as though she had merely weathered an insignificant little gust of wind and frost on her path of cultivation.
Linghu Qingmo had yet to recover. He sat beside her, head lowered as he stared at his shoe tips, not making a sound or even daring to breathe loudly.
Bu Yuehua sat opposite them with a rather peculiar look in her eyes, glancing from one to the other, her thoughts a mystery.
Upstairs, meanwhile, Xie Jinhuan pretended to tidy up while secretly pulling aside his pink, tender-looking, black-hearted wife and whispering:
"My dear sister, were you deliberately teasing me? If you could pull a trick like returning them to their proper places from a distance, how could you possibly have been unable to perform Divine Soul Returning to Its Place? Were you planning to wait until the next time I drilled Big Ice Lump, swap Qingmo back in, and then..."
Ye Hongshang leaned against the headboard with her arms folded over her chest. Watching Xie Jinhuan make a show of tidying the bed, she shrugged slightly.
"What else? Without my help, with Big Ice Lump burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, when did you expect master and disciple to finally face each other bare-chested? If I hadn't wanted to give things a push, I'd have switched them back that very day. If you don't find it fun, I won't help you anymore."
Xie Jinhuan did find it fun, but it was a little too thrilling.
"Everything needs to happen in