Qin Yu had originally thought that Su Xiyue would, as always, maintain that untouchable and frosty demeanor, but unexpectedly, she gently nodded her head.
She actually admitted it.
Moreover, she softly leaned into his chest, without any trace of resistance or struggle.
After several moments of closeness, the fairy who had once soared high above the nine heavens now seemed to gradually grow accustomed to being embraced by him.
Not only did she not reject it, but on the contrary... she felt reassured, and grounded.
Only then did Qin Yu realize that this little fairy wife—who could remain calm and fearless even when facing a Lotus Platform Cultivator—also harbored, deep inside, a vulnerability and longing for dependence unknown to anyone else.
He gently brushed aside a few loose strands of her black hair, his voice calm yet firm as he said, "In the future, I will personally go to the Hundred Sword Sect and bring you Jian Hai's dog head!"
