Ye Wuming glanced again towards the southwest.
Zhao Changhe sent Ling Ruoyu to run errands and find her master, while he cuddled with Ye Jiuyou, sitting on a cloud and whispering secrets, fully adopting the vibe he had seen in the Cultivation World just now.
The two nestled sweetly, their feet dangling outside the cloud, looking birdlike in a way that was stifling.
Ye Wuming was too lazy to listen to what they were whispering, flashed in a whoosh, and appeared on the Four Symbols Sect's altar.
As the Sect Hierarch Xia Chichi was chanting prayers: "..."
San Niang and Huangfu Qing, along with a group of Twenty-Eight Constellations elders, collectively stood gaping.
The elders didn't even know who this pretty woman was... still a short-haired girl, a hairstyle unseen before in this world; unexpectedly, it felt quite free-spirited and suited her.
