The round-domed barracks, inside Ling Xiaolan's wooden hut.
Hmm—
Accompanied by a slightly lazy hum, the figure seated atop several layers of cushioning stretched languidly. Her exquisite form, under the illumination of the Formation's light walls, fully expressed the beauty and gentleness of a woman.
Her realm had stabilized and taken yet another small step forward; she was not far from becoming an immortal.
Strange. When I'm by Brother... no, I should call him Brother Wuwang. This is to prevent his identity as the Young Master of Northern Wilderness from being exposed. Indeed, I have more insights into Cultivation when I'm by Brother Wuwang's side than usual.
Why was that?
Ling Xiaolan was slightly perplexed and sat thinking. An hour passed before she shook her head softly and murmured, "Truly profound."
