"It's been four days since I made the pact with him." Ye Jiuyou closed her eyes, appearing to be cultivating, but her words were playful: "There's still no sign of Zhao Changhe near Kunlun... Has he given up?"
Piaomiao frowned: "Why are you so noisy now, you haven't been quiet these last few days. You weren't like this before..."
"I'm talking to little sister Cui Yuanyang, what does it matter to you if you listen or not?" Ye Jiuyou chuckled: "Why don't you ask young Yangyang if she's been cooped up here for so many days and needs someone to chat with."
Piaomiao: "... I will naturally chat with her."
"Alright, alright." Ye Jiuyou said: "I'm just trying to give you some conversation topics, otherwise, how would you manage with your silent gourd that hasn't spoken in eight hundred years?"
Piaomiao ignored her, secretly telling Cui Yuanyang: "Yangyang, your husband is such a pighead."
