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“Feeling proud of yourself now, huh?”
No sooner had Zhao Changhe returned to the Heavenly Tome after his glorious solo act outside than he got his ear yanked by an angry mob.
“You went off to sneak around for two days straight? What, were you planning to wait until the whole house got raided before showing your face again?”
“What kind of dirt-sucking succubus kept you busy for two full days?”
“Why didn’t it just suck you to death?”
Zhao Changhe knew he was in the wrong. He lowered his head obediently, smiling sheepishly. “It couldn’t be helped. The cultivation process just takes that long… Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the strength to finish things so cleanly out there, right?”
“You’ve got the gall to say that?” Piaomiao’s tone was uncharacteristically fierce. “I bet half of that time was wasted on sweet nothings. You should’ve just flipped her over and given her the full meat stir-fry treatment from the get-go. You really like to complicate things, huh?”
Zhao Changhe could hardly believe those savage words were coming from the gentle and serene Piaomiao. But clearly, he had stirred the hornet’s nest. He had wanted to explain that Ye Wuming, as the spirit of the Heavenly Tome, would have snapped back the moment there was real danger, but judging by the crowd’s mood, this was not the time for logical reasoning. All he could do was keep his head down and take the scolding.
In truth, it was not concern for danger that had everyone riled up. If anything, a crisis gave them an excuse to step in and cut loose. What actually irked them was how Zhao Changhe seemed to show Ye Wuming special favor. The jealousy was palpable.
Ye Wuming, meanwhile, did not say much to them. While Zhao Changhe was getting chewed out, she quietly slipped away to look for her daughter.
Now that she had opened her heart and accepted her relationship with Zhao Changhe, one...
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