"Tianshi… slow down. Can you at least tell me what happened?" Xuefeng asked, his voice low but edged with concern as she pulled him along the stone-paved path toward his courtyard. Her grip on his hand was firm while her gaze stayed fixed on the ground. A curtain of glossy black hair concealed her face, making her unreadable.
They passed several Liu Clan cultivators along the way, who openly admired Tianshi's figure yet dared not linger too long with their eyes. The presence of Saint Experts shadowing her every step was enough to discourage even the boldest from testing their luck.
"Tianshi…" Xuefeng tried again, but she offered no answer, only the soft, even rhythm of her footsteps against the courtyard stones.
When they finally reached his residence, she halted abruptly. Before he could speak again, she turned, stepped into him, and pressed her forehead lightly against his chest, pinning him to the wall. Her head stayed bowed, but the quiet weight of her presence spoke volumes.
