"Poof~!"
Another week crawled by in spiritual silence. Zhu Qing had long given up on monitoring Su Xiaobai's "divine breakthrough" and had instead taken to sulking in Bai Yujian's immaculate bedroom like a depressed exorcist.
In her hand?
A long, elegant smoking pipe packed with demon-repelling incense.
The demon in question?
Su Xiaobai.
She exhaled a cloud of smoke. The scent of herbs, spirit-repelling lotus, and sheer frustration filled the room.
And then—
"Ha… Finally!"
The demon awoke.
Su Xiaobai's eyelids fluttered. His white brows twitched. His lashes trembled like a woman in a bad romance novel.
Zhu Qing sighed with the weight of ten thousand disappointed cultivators.
The man sat up.
His crimson eyes gleamed like he'd just climbed a heavenly summit—or eaten an entire Dao.
Crack! Crack!
He stretched with all the smugness of a man who just broke reality, mumbling something incoherent.
Zhu Qing had zero interest.
Then—he looked up.
"Qingqing?"
