Xue Ya lay on her side on the Dao Platform, her long hair falling down, her pair of round, slightly glowing jade-like long legs exposed outside the slits of the Daoist Robe. Her bosom was unrestrained, cascading like overlapping discs.
She kept her eyes closed, seemingly in repose.
But in reality, she was simulating the war situation in her mind. She appeared carefree, yet was not "idle." Ever since representing Wangxian Pavilion and coming to this Taiping Continent's Fallen Immortal Land at Suspended City, she had hardly rested for a moment, either simulating the war situation or investigating the causes of its acceleration.
After a while, she opened her eyes, a trace of puzzlement spreading across her brow,
"Is it like this again?"
