"Shall we go in first?"
Su He's voice came through.
What lay within the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace, and what exactly was it suppressing? Su He had yet to fully understand.
The last time she entered, besides her own corpse, she discovered nothing.
Holding the sword in one hand, Su Huanian smiled faintly, "Alright!"
Changing clothes was not a hurry, since her husband wanted to go, they might as well take a look! Having been in retreat for thirty to forty years, she also felt a stir of action after so much stillness.
The combination of movement and stillness in cultivation doesn't necessarily yield better results through constant isolation.
As she spoke, her figure flashed, and she was already perched lightly atop Su He's shell, gently sitting to the side.
Only with Su He would she act this way; in other places, Su Huanian always maintained an aloof and upright demeanor.
