"Oh, okay," Guilingling collapsed again, this time obediently turning over and spreading her small hands, continuing her hearty slumber.
Li Ping'an flashed outside the tent, waiting for an invitation from Xuanyuan Huangdi before leaping onto the white cloud prepared by Fenghou.
The three descended toward a hillside outside the military camp.
Yesterday, this hillside had been a mountain, but now only several miles of sloping terrain remained, with the mountain having turned into an abyss.
—It must have been cleaved by a strike from ancestor Minghe.
Fenghou was the first to leap off the cloud, deftly laying out three mats and conjuring a cluster of white clouds to act as a low table, inviting the two emperors and the would-be emperor to take their seats and rest.
"The Asura truly live up to their reputation."
Xuanyuan Huangdi said gravely,
