The black shadow appeared suddenly like an illusion, catching Ye Lingyue off guard.
Just as the shadow was about to escape, a faster silhouette swept out from the side, accompanied by the sound of sharp wind.
The black figure emerging from Tang Li's body felt itself seized by a fierce aura, its movement technique halted, pinned firmly against the wall.
A hand held the shadow down, and its owner slowly turned his face, grinning at Ye Lingyue.
"Wife, let me handle this heavy work for you."
"Little Di Shen, why are you here?"
Ye Lingyue exhaled upon recognizing the newcomer.
When she left, Little Di Shen was still practicing, and she had specifically advised him to sleep first, not expecting him to become increasingly disobedient.
"It's cold. I couldn't sleep alone."
Little Di Shen teased, his face showing no redness or embarrassment.
Ye Lingyue glanced at him, then looked at the dead Tang Li lying on the ground.
