["Please take a short rest, Host."]
In the space, a fairy-like beauty was lounging carelessly on a chaise longue, a lazy smile on her lips. The corners of her stunning eyes seemed to be veiled in a thin mist, an intoxicating, fiery allure radiating from their hazy depths.
The system fell silent for a moment before saying, ["Do you still need to rest, Host?"]
That previous statement was just the system going through its standard procedures. Before, Shen Lang would never have needed to rest.
But this time, she said, "Let's rest a bit. There's no rush."
A bad premonition suddenly flashed through the system's AI core, but it said nothing, quietly waiting for her to finish resting.
...
An unknown amount of time passed.
The system heard a low, slow voice say, "...Let's go."
Her vermilion, flowing dress swirled in a beautiful arc, and in an instant, the beauty vanished from the spot.
...
Today was the biggest day of the year in the Cultivation World.
