"The one with the red sauce that makes my tongue tingle? I greatly enjoyed the tingling sensation!"
"Spicy stir-fry it is," Ji'an grinned, reaching out to give his arm a firm, affectionate pat. "Let's go find a cave, you absolute glutton."
They stood there in the mist, standing incredibly close to each other, sharing a warm, comfortable smile.
It was a moment of pure, relaxed camaraderie, devoid of any martial tension or survival panic.
Unfortunately, the universe and the misunderstanding-fueled plot of the web novel absolutely despised domestic peace.
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A hundred yards away, navigating the treacherous, shifting corridors of the Illusory Labyrinth, was Lu Jianheng, the Sword Lord of the Celestial Sword Sect.
Jianheng was not having a good time.
The peerless genius of the Sword Peak was currently operating on three hours of sleep, zero decent meals, and a mountain of repressed emotional confusion.
