If nothing else happened after the great battle, Liu Zixuan wouldn't be as anxious as he is now.
A rock larger than the Netherworld Hall fell on his head, really annoying, and at this moment he indeed needed to make some proper adjustments.
However, his adjustment would probably have to happen on the road.
Turning his head to look at Jiang Yiyi with a smile, he said, "There's no rush to return to Lingxiu Village. Let's rest here for a night. Tomorrow you'll come with me to the Profound Sword Sect. There are some questions I need to ask Elder Qing, and I might as well check on his injuries. If possible, I can help with the treatment."
Jiang Yiyi sighed, "I used to always think you were the kind of guy who's unreliable, but now you're so busy you can't stop at all."
"Can't be helped," Liu Zixuan pulled Jiang Yiyi into his arms, and said with a faint smile, "After all, your husband here is the man preparing to save the world!"
"Like Superman?"
