Poor Meng Dan might just get lost here forever, if she didn't keep a tight hold on his hand.
What a strange thought.
Ling Qi having lewd thoughts, we've come so far!
The shadowed, ghostly memory of hexagonal clay plates began to whirl around them, immaterial without Xuan Shi here to support their existence.
I found this interesting. Is it coming from Zhengui or Ling Qi?