The atmosphere had turned strangely awkward. Ye Wuming herself could not quite figure out how things had ended up like this. She and Zhao Changhe had never really done anything, yet they had somehow fallen into an absurd dynamic of a dysfunctional family of three, like estranged parents entangled in past grudges.0

There was no doubt in Ye Wuming’s mind that this was Piaomiao and Jiuyou’s fault. What a vicious trick, bringing a child into this mess.0

That said, to claim that “nothing” had happened would not be entirely honest. It was not all that clean between them either. He had smeared the Heavenly Tome white more than once or twice. Meanwhile, she had seen every part of his body, knew exactly where every mole was, and could even name his preferred sleeping postures. Nothing was a mystery to her anymore.0

And this was not because she was omniscient. She neither knew nor cared to find out about other people. No, this was entirely because Zhao Changhe was a madman unlike any other. Take Xia Longyuan, for example—after obtaining the Heavenly Tome, would he even think to smear something like that all over it? The reason the Heavenly Tome revealed her image in the first place was purely because of Zhao Changhe’s own ridiculous luck. She would never have been tailing any other transmigrator like this. Where would she find the time?0

As for what Zhao Changhe truly intended toward her, Ye Wuming knew full well.0

And now, the two sat across from each other with all that history between them, the silence between them laced with tension.0

A long while passed before Ye Wuming finally spoke stiffly, “In the battle against the Heavenly Dao, River of Stars is still a critical element. Ruoyu needs a rapid breakthrough. The sword art Yue Hongling gave Ruoyu is suitable for building her foundation. After all, she is essentially a sword. But for her to truly advance, Yue Hongling’s method...0