Lan Yinyin sat cross-legged in the Spirit Realm garden she and Hei Long had claimed as their temporary sanctuary.
The mist glowed faintly lavender, and spirit butterflies danced around her shoulders as her long, flowing hair shimmered with icy luster.
Hei Long, as usual, was calmly refining a new cultivation art on a hovering jade platform nearby. His aura was steady—stoic as ever—but his gaze occasionally flicked toward her, clearly aware something mischievous was brewing.
Because when Lan Yinyin smiled like that—like a fox who just found an unguarded chicken coop—it only meant one thing:
Trouble. For someone else.
Specifically… for Lin Fan.
"Darling," she said sweetly, her voice echoing through the mist. "How do you feel about getting married a few more times?"
Hei Long raised a brow. "We already are."
