Wang Jian teleported back into the battleship, a smug grin on his face, carrying Xinqiao and Yujia in his arms like they were fluffy pillows. Honestly, they weren't that fluffy, more like… well, really nice, firm pillows. He chuckled to himself as he stepped into the main chamber. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin were already there, waiting, their usual serene expressions tinged with a hint of worry.
"Master!" Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin greeted him almost in unison, bowing their heads slightly in respect. "Are you alright? We sensed… tremendous energy fluctuations. Was the battle… difficult?" Jingyi Zhumin asked, her voice soft and concerned.
Wang Jian just grinned wider, setting Yujia and Xinqiao gently onto their feet, though he kept an arm casually slung around each of their waists. "Difficult? Nah, not really," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Entertaining, though. That Altan, he's got a bit more fight in him than Feng Xuan did, I'll give him that."
