Published: February 11, 2025
The strong smell of blood in the air had mostly dissipated, and the cleanup of the battlefield within the Posthumous Child King City was nearing its end.
However, it was somewhat strange that the Temple of Dawn and the posthumous children still occupied the same area, although there was a clear distinction between the two, the tension from before had vanished. This was already the fifth day of falling sand for their peaceful negotiations.
Ye Zhongming sat beside the table, eating a dish that Miya had brought, which was a thick soup made from the secret realm's specialty herbs and monster meat, paired with a bowl of Mingge Rice. In the Royal City, where nothing had yet fallen into place, this was considered a decent meal.
The planting of Mingge Rice was making some progress; although it couldn't be mass-produced without Ye Zhongming's help, it was no problem for some core members to have a bowl every day.
Daning's research on this staple food that could enhance skill power had nearly been resolved.
The tent's curtain was lifted, and Xia Lei walked in, her gaze playfully glancing at Miya, even giving her a mischievous wink.
Miya called out "Sister Xia," her face turning red.
There was no helping it; as long as Xia Lei had that intent, she was a little rascal, and even a warrior like Miya couldn't withstand it.
Xia Lei leaned over and snatched a piece of meat, while Ye Zhongming rolled his eyes and handed his chopsticks to his woman.
"Aren't you able to eat? Why do you need to compete with me?" He ruffled Xia Lei’s hair in a small act of revenge.
Xia Lei didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, taking the chopsticks and starting to eat, while Miya smiled nearby, preparing to fill her bowl.
Everyone knew that Xia Lei was the easiest to get along with when she wasn't angry. Of course, when she was angry, she was the hardest to deal with.
"Is there something up?" Ye Zhongming took a sip of tea, feeling somewhat emotional. In his previous life, whether it was a sumptuous meal or a cup of hot tea, it had been an extremely extravagant affair for him. But in this life, he didn't even need to say a word, and someone would serve it to him. The gap was staggering.
Xia Lei chewed her rice, glancing at her man, and mumbled, "Your little tricks have been seen through; they want to invite you out for a walk alone."
As she spoke, Xia Lei suddenly slowed her chewing, leaning in close to Ye Zhongming and whispering, "If you can get all those warriors from the Temple of Dawn over to Cloud Summit, I wouldn’t mind having another sister!"
Ye Zhongming's hand holding the teacup froze mid-air, feeling a wave of black lines on his forehead.
"You might not mind, but Miya would!" He shot a glare at Xia Lei and got up to head outside, preparing to meet this Holy Maiden. He knew it was time for him to take the stage.
"I don’t mind at all."
Miya's words reached his ears, causing Ye Zhongming to stumble slightly.
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A breeze of unknown origin blew through the secret realm, carrying a mix of fresh and earthy scents, but no one would find it unpleasant, as it represented the nurturing and growth of life.
Sometimes, the creator was truly marvelous; in a space that could collapse at any moment, all things struggled to survive in their own way.
The empty-handed Holy Maiden and Ye Zhongming walked across the open fields, and in the distance, there were no guards in sight.
"Are you not afraid I’ll make a move against you?" Ye Zhongming turned his head to look at the almost perfect profile of the Holy Maiden and asked.
"That's exactly what I wanted to say to you."
The Holy Maiden not only replied defiantly but also held her gaze steady against him. If it weren't for the obvious animosity between them, one might mistakenly think this was the prelude to a kiss.
"This is not the time for bravado." Ye Zhongming shrugged noncommittally.
He was already quite familiar with this psychological battle before negotiations, and he genuinely wasn't in a hurry; the longer the two sides talked, the more advantageous it would be for him.