Natasha stared at him in a daze, her red lips slightly parted, as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes. A thin layer of mist quickly covered her beautiful eyes, blurring her vision. “Husband…?” Her voice trembled, filled with disbelief and fragile hope. “Natasha, I’m back.” Dustin smiled and opened his arms. The next instant—her fragrance rushed toward him! Natasha threw herself into his embrace like a swallow returning to its nest, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, as if she wanted to merge him into her very being. “Wuu… you bastard! You finally remember to come back!” The force of her impact made Dustin—now stripped of all cultivation—stagger backward. He almost fell, but fortunately his foundation was still solid enough that he barely managed to stabilize himself. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; after entering the Mortal Transformation stage, he truly had become fragile. He raised his arms and firmly held the warm, soft figure trembling in his arms, filled with gu...