Both of them could completely determine that this was the time they wanted to return to. Everything was perfect except for exhaustion and a bit of shock, with no injuries to the Divine Soul.
Piaomiao bit her lower lip, her soul blushing: "Now... should we rebuild the body?"
What she really meant was, now we can finally do what we've wanted, and I'm willing.
On the day of the apocalypse, Zhao Changhe abandoned all ancient explorations, just to accompany her for a day, offering tens of miles of flowers tied with red strings. Piaomiao realized she was no longer just infatuated.
But inseparable.
There was no longer a need to doubt if his heart matched hers; his words had already proven it.
Zhao Changhe said, "As far as I can tell, rebuilding the body was something we did in the Jiuyou Abyss. I don't know why it had to be there. The pitch-black deathly silence was chilling, so much so that even the Life Breath from the blooming lotus platform couldn't cover it."
