"Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection."
"Holy crap!"
Ye Qiao's eyes widened, and she stared at Sun Zhe as if he were a monster. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-five."
"Twenty-five years old and already at the Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection… Sun Wukong, I suddenly feel the urge to curse."
Sun Zhe smiled faintly. "Low-key, low-key."
"Low-key my ass! Do you have any idea what the Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection means?"
"Ahhh… this is so infuriatingly enviable!"
"This Empress is only at the Early Stage of Qi Refining... No, no, this won't do! I have to start cultivating diligently too!"
Ye Qiao clutched her head, looking like she was going mad from the shock. She abruptly set down the half-eaten tea egg, skirted the coffee table, and leaped onto Sun Zhe. She grabbed his face and bit his lips.
"Hey!"
"Hmm?"
"I'm going to start cultivating!"
"Okay."
"Then I'll drink milk first. Will you put on some lip balm for me later?"
