Half a day later.
A giant bird landed on a desolate hill, releasing a pavilion—the Carefree Pavilion.
Sitting upright in the Bihai Chaosheng Tingyu Tower, Zhong Shenxiu brewed a pot of tea.
Behind him, a pink escape light no longer hesitated, landed on the pavilion, and revealed the fiery figure of Cui Yingying, who bowed deeply and said, "This humble girl Cui Yingying is deeply thankful for the lifesaving grace of Creation Ancestor and has nothing to offer in return..."
"That's easy, you can just offer yourself in marriage,"
Zhong Shenxiu held his teacup and suddenly smiled.
On a nearby perch, Yu Tongzi toppled over.
"Hee hee... The Ancestor truly has a straightforward way with words; I suppose there's no harm in that..."
Cui Yingying's hands moved to undo her belt, but she then heard the indifferent voice of Zhong Shenxiu, "The Ancestor cares not for the pleasures of the flesh; rather, I'm thinking of using your body to refine treasures!"
"What?"
