The jagged, black obsidian path winding down the Heavenly Furnace Mountains was completely silent, save for the soft crunch of their footsteps.
Tantai Zhi walked with a light, almost skipping step. She hummed a cheerful, off-key melody, her arm tightly linked with Yan Shuo's. The terrifying, apocalyptic rage that had consumed her just moments ago was entirely gone. Her husband was safe, her hand was in his, and they were going home to eat dinner. To her, the world was perfectly right again.
"I was thinking about making braised pork, Husband," Tantai Zhi beamed, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked. "Or maybe a clear spirit-fish broth? You just broke through to the Nascent Soul realm, so you need something nourishing to soothe your stomach."
Yan Shuo smiled his usual, lazy, picture-perfect smile. "Whatever you make will be delicious, Zhi'er."
His voice was smooth, warm, and completely steady.
