In the meanwhile, a rather grouchy Fox Lord was frantically pacing back and forth within the confines of the wood cabin, his fists tightly clenched and his mouth set in a rigid grimace. His foul temper belied his godly lineage and royal upbringing.
Shortly after Li Meirong had transcended into the pocket dimension, Bai Qingyue had risen out of bed and moved his wife's soulless body to sit near the bed, placing a soft pillow on the ground as he carefully lifted her frail form and positioned her on top of the cushion.
So many hours had long since passed, and Li Meirong's physical shell maintained its meditative stance all this while. Bai Qingyue stayed by her side the whole time, anticipating the moment she would return.
The droplets of the early morning drizzle and the serenity brought by the rain's soothing melody did nothing to ease Bai Qingyue's frayed nerves.
What was taking her so long? And what could Bai Yu possibly be doing alone with her for an entire day and night?!
