With a soft grunt, Qingyi stood up.
Even without any apparent change in his draconic eyes, his vision was much sharper than before, as were all his other senses.
Leaving the cultivation room, he gazed at the horizon beyond the high walls surrounding Qingxue's mansion.
"Are you going to come here to greet your husband, or are you going to make me come after you?" he exclaimed. The next moment, a sweet, playful laugh echoed as a figure appeared on the horizon.
Her beautiful crimson eyes carried an amused, sparkling gaze, her pale skin visible in the wide cleavage of her black dress glistening in the midday sunlight.
"Ah... husband is truly amazing! That's one of the demon cult's best concealment techniques, but you barely needed a moment to notice me."
Ruyan threw herself into Qingyi's arms, the corners of her blood-red lips curving into a mischievous smile.
