Seeing his grave expression, Yang Kai quickly asked, "Manager Meng, what hidden meaning was there in his words? What did he mean by the sealed world?"
"I don't know." Meng Wuya shook his head slowly. "But don't tell anyone about this for now. Give me some time to think it over carefully."
"Oh." Yang Kai nodded, recalling what the Great Demon God's avatar had said. He also remembered something else—the avatar had told him to go to the Demon Capital, and once he arrived, the secrets would naturally be revealed.
But the Demon Capital was not the kind of place one could simply visit on a whim.
They sped onward, the Flying Sky Shuttle cutting through the air like lightning.
Meng Wuya composed himself, marveling at the artifact's incredible flying speed.
Yang Kai sat at the very back of the shuttle with his Little Senior Sister in his arms, breathing in her fragrance, feeling the softness and warmth of her body. His mind and body relaxed all at once.
He held her tighter.
Little Senior Sister's delicate body trembled faintly, her long lashes fluttering ceaselessly as her breathing grew hot. Her porcelain cheeks flushed so deeply they seemed on the verge of bleeding.
Being held by Yang Kai like this, their skin pressed against each other, each able to feel the other's rising temperature and strong heartbeat—this was undoubtedly far too stimulating for the innocent and pure Little Senior Sister.
Yang Kai didn't wake her. He simply enjoyed this moment of peace, his gaze burning as he stared at Little Senior Sister's face, whispering softly, "Little Senior Sister, you're so beautiful!"
Meng Wuya, seated up front, couldn't help but shudder. He cursed indignantly, "Shameless to the extreme!"
Those brazen words of love drifted into his ears, and he found them absolutely unbearable.
Even Li Rong's eyes grew dewy. She pressed her red lips together lightly and shifted a bit farther forward, creating some distance between herself and Yang Kai and Xia Ningshang. Making conversation out of thin air, she said to Meng Wuya, "Old sir, if you have nothing to do, why don't you tell me about the Master's past? Our clan's understanding of the Master is still quite shallow."
"You want to know about his past?" Meng Wuya raised an eyebrow and let out a sly, cunning laugh. "His past? I know enough to fill a whole basket! Come, come, come. Let me tell you all about it—let you see just how shameless and how much of a scoundrel your Master really is! That fellow is nothing short of a lecher. Flirtatious wherever he goes."
Li Rong smiled softly behind her hand, not interrupting, and simply listened attentively.
Meng Wuya launched into a long-winded tale, as though afraid Yang Kai might overhear him speaking ill of him. He waved his hand and set up a barrier, enclosing himself and Li Rong within it.
Yang Kai ignored them completely, growing even bolder and more daring.
He took hold of Little Senior Sister's boneless little hand, caressing it gently, brought his face close to hers, and breathed softly against her ear. "Ten years. Every single day I wanted to see you, and now I finally have my wish. And to meet again in that kind of situation—Little Senior Sister, would you call that fate? It must have been heaven's design, guiding me to that place to save the most important woman in my life."
Little Senior Sister's lashes trembled even more violently, as if moved by his words. Her slender neck tilted up slightly, her fair skin taking on a bewitching luster.
"Thinking back on it now, Junior Brother is so grateful. If I hadn't gone with Li Rong back then, I'm afraid I really would never have seen you on this trip." As Yang Kai spoke, a flicker of lingering fear crossed his face.
The two great demon lords had primarily invited Li Rong to that place. Yang Kai had simply volunteered to tag along, never expecting to run into Meng Wuya and Xia Ningshang there.
It was far too much of a coincidence.
"Sigh, over these ten years, I've encountered all manner of women here, many beautiful and lovely ones too, but not a single one could touch my heart the way you and Su Yan do, making me unable to forget. Your silhouettes are engraved on Junior Brother's heart with an indelible mark. As long as you're both well, Junior Brother is content..."
Cheap words of love tumbled from Yang Kai's lips, tender as water. That sweet tenderness flowed like a cool spring into the depths of Xia Ningshang's heart. She actually tightened her arms around Yang Kai of her own accord, her small hands gripping with such force it was as though she wanted to melt herself into his very body.
Yang Kai raised his head and looked at Little Senior Sister, only to find her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, her rosy cheeks flushed deep red, her neck covered in a crimson blush, her breath fragrant as orchids.
Their eyes met. Little Senior Sister shyly averted her gaze and murmured as if in a dream, "You say the nicest things... tell me more..."
Having made this request, she immediately shut her eyes again and buried her face in Yang Kai's chest, too embarrassed to face anyone.
"No problem." Yang Kai naturally would not disappoint her. He racked his brain to pour out the depths of his longing, those brazen words of love striking Xia Ningshang's soul like a spell, making her heart tremble and her delicate body quiver.
Feeling Yang Kai's warmth, listening to his voice, Xia Ningshang was filled with such contentment that even if she were to die right then and there, it wouldn't matter.
"You brat..." Meng Wuya gritted his teeth up ahead, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
Li Rong smiled behind her hand. "Old sir, please don't take it too hard. With the Master's talent, he is more than capable of bringing happiness to that young lady."
"Sigh..." Manager Meng sighed softly. "My little girl has grown up. You can't keep them forever. Forget it—this old man will just go to the Nine Heavens Holy Land and retire in peace."
"Old sir, what are you saying? You're still in the prime of your vigor. The Master will need your guidance in the future."
Meng Wuya let out a scoff and glanced back at Li Rong. "You're quite loyal to that boy. With you by his side, this old man can rest easy. But be careful—don't let his looks deceive you, or you'll end up just as love-struck as my precious disciple. He looks like a human, but he's practically worse than a beast."
Li Rong blushed. "Old sir, you jest. My Ancient Demon clan is the blade in the Master's hand. None of us would dare disobey his commands."
"Stop calling me 'old sir' already. You and I are both at the third level of the Saint Realm—we're peers." Meng Wuya chuckled lightly.