Chaoyun Sect's great crisis.
Above the High Heaven, a storm is gradually forming, with thunder and terrifying dark fissures slowly tearing through the space.
The sky is as black as spilled ink, with rolling clouds and fleeting arcs of lightning, resembling terrifying, hideous smiles.
But not everyone can see this scene.
"..."
Dreamed that many people don't like me?
Xu Chang'an was momentarily stunned.
"?"
Listening to Yun Qian's words, he idly twirled her long hair around his fingers, his fingertips unconsciously weaving through her strands, and said helplessly, "Miss, what kind of dreams have you been having these days?"
"I'm your wife." Yun Qian sat up straighter, back to Xu Chang'an, allowing him to tie her hair better, and said, "In theory, I should be unhappy."
"I'm not the currency, can't make everyone like me," Xu Chang'an said.
"What's currency?" Yun Qian tilted her head.
