"Truly, there's no need." He stood up, and indeed, that deep sense of fatigue was gone. After all, he was a great demon with profound cultivation, needing only a short sleep to fully recover from exhaustion. She sat watching him, only then realizing that Miluo was quite tall as well, only slightly shorter than Changtian.
The light elongated his shadow. Miluo looked straight at her and suddenly walked over.
One step, two steps.
Then he slowed down and stopped three feet in front of her. In front of him was a barrier formed of Divine Power, softly yet resolutely keeping him outside.
"Why have you become so estranged from me?"
Ning Xiaoxian's lips twitched: "If you have something to say, just say it. I can hear you."
He slightly curled his lips into a mischievous smile: "This distance is too far, it's inconvenient to talk." He lifted his leg and took another step forward.
