The three entered the main hall. As Xiao Xiyue cupped her hands in greeting, she subconsciously glanced at her master's lower abdomen.
She saw that under the colorful palace dress, her lower abdomen was very flat, with no signs of pregnancy.
However, as a Nascent Soul True Monarch, concealing a pregnancy was extremely simple.
Xiao Xiyue didn't look much, nor did she dare to look much. She circulated her "Supreme Forgetfulness Sutra," her whole being as clear as ice, unmoved by any calamity.
Lu Shouzheng raised his eyes and looked straight at the top of the hall, at the peerless goddess who was dreamlike and ethereal, her whole body filled with colorful, misty heavenly light.
She was blurry and indistinct, difficult to see clearly.
