"We are Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators," Chen Yun said, from her knees, with the flat dignity of someone maintaining their position against available evidence. "We cleared a Nascent Soul formation construct and exited the First Demon Trial with all primary objectives—"
"You can brief me on that later," he said.
"I will absolutely—"
He reached for his inner robe's fastening.
Chen Yun stopped talking.
The fastening came undone with the physician's economy of motion—one gesture, the layers parting—and what the afternoon light revealed was not new information for either woman, but information that Wei Lingyue's grey eyes received with the specific warmth of something that has become familiar and has opinions about familiarity.
He stood before them on the ship's deck at Nascent Soul Mid Stage altitude with the shadow sword at his back and his cock out and the cultivation world spread thirty feet below the hull and looked at both of them.
"Well," he said.
