In the cave mansion, a man and a woman leaned on each other.
The woman was dressed in a white dress, the edges tinged with a faint gold, and silver stars adorned her skirt. She smiled, allowing the man to rest on her chest, listening to him recount everything that had happened over the years, narrating the battles with the demon race's prodigies, and sharing tales of his martial exploits.
"Those prodigies of the demon race are too cowardly! I only defeated the Qilin Saintess, and they all ran away. Do they have no pride as prodigies..."
Lu Xuanji lay on the girl's chest, rubbing against it and voicing his grievances.
"Shouldn't they have an invincible daoxin? Shouldn't they be arrogant like they're second only to the heavens? Why are they all like quails, lacking any imposing momentum?"
