"How long are we going to be trapped here?!" Hu Meifang complained exasperatedly with her hands on her hips while staring at the sky. Despite her modest clothing, her hand placement caused the cloth to accentuate her excessively sensual figure. Alongside her middle-aged, mature, and scholarly temperament, she was a mouthwatering sight—angry or otherwise.
They had been stuck here on planet Imperial Sky for several days now, and while she hadn't fussed too much, it was slowly taxing her mentality. When has she, a Worldly Saint of her status and strength, ever been imprisoned against her will in her lifetime?
Zhangjie Wushu sat cross-legged in silence with an unfolded scroll on her lap. There were dense and tiny characters that glistened with a scholarly light. She was reading each line carefully as her pristinely trimmed fingernail trailed each character. She was seemingly at ease and exhibited no signs of stress.