A short while later, in the living room.
Nangong Ye sat in a chair, her gaze fixed straight ahead. She had changed into her Black-and-White Daoist Robe and put up her hair beneath a White Jade Crown, recovering the emotionless, desireless bearing of a sword immortal, as though she had merely weathered an insignificant little storm on her path of cultivation.
Linghu Qingmo still had not recovered. He sat beside her with his head lowered, staring at his toes, not uttering a word or daring to breathe too loudly.
Bu Yuehua sat opposite them with a rather peculiar look in her eyes, glancing from one to the other. There was no telling what she was thinking.
Upstairs, meanwhile, Xie Jinhuan pretended to tidy things up while secretly drawing out his pink-and-tender-looking, black-hearted wife and whispering:
"Dear sister, were you teasing me on purpose? If you could pull off tricks like Remote Soul Rejoining, how could you possibly not restore their souls? Were you waiting for the next time I drilled into Big Ice Lump to switch Qingmo over again, and then..."
Ye Hongshang leaned against the headboard with her arms folded over her chest. Watching Xie Jinhuan make a show of straightening the bedding, she shrugged slightly.
"What else? Without my help, when did you expect that ostrich of a Big Ice Lump to bare herself before her disciple? If I hadn't wanted to give them a push, I would 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 this was a little too exciting.
"Everything needs a process. My heart can't quite take this. Have they switched back now?"
"Yes. But I left a contingency. If Big Ice Lump needs it later, she