Three months later.
On the summit of an unnamed mountain in Huaxia, Ye Xiao lay on the grass, a stalk of foxtail in his mouth, staring up at the sky in utter boredom.
The earth‑shattering battle from three months ago still seemed vivid before his eyes, but for Ye Xiao, who had already stepped into the Divine Level, that felt like something from a long time ago.
"Man, it's lonely at the top." Ye Xiao sighed, deliberately putting on a reflective tone. "Being a Divine Level powerhouse and not even having a decent opponent to fight, this life is way too dull."
Beside him, Ling Shuya was holding an ancient book, reading. Without even lifting her head, she shot back, "Just be content, will you. Three months ago you almost flipped all of Huaxia over. It finally calmed down, so stop looking for trouble."
"I'm just bored." Ye Xiao rolled over, his gaze falling on Ling Shuya as a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "How about we make a little Xiao to play with?"
