In the tent, Ash and Vishi locked eyes. The air had been filled with a sultry intimacy, but now the atmosphere suddenly became playful.
"You didn't crack the Gospel Divine Being, so when everyone checks the Gospel Divine Being's log tomorrow, they'll discover you secretly came to me tonight." Ash was a bit incredulous: "Breaking the rules is at most a moral issue, but breaking them without any preparation is an intelligence issue!"
Vishi's lips moved slightly, as if she felt a bit embarrassed, burying her head by Ash's neck to hide her face, she said angrily, "The Gospel Divine Being isn't so easy to crack! Don't make it sound so simple!"
"But you're the Ghost Prophet, a demigod of prophecy, and you still can't crack it after so many days!?" Ash pinched Vishi's cheek, "Haven't you been slacking off these days?"
