The night deepened.
Su Bei felt the Spiritual Energy within his body slowly gathering, seemingly the result of his disciples' diligent cultivation. It became increasingly abundant.
He sat up, gently stretching his limbs.
This damned Saintess! So skilled in the techniques of supple massage, yet she only starts the job and doesn't finish it! I wanted to add more time—
Bearing the discomfort in his body, Su Bei gently dressed and arranged his Azure Crown in front of the Bronze Mirror.
I promised to meet Ji Nanjue at Dongting Stream. Even though she has vanished, it's a promise I made.
Adjusting his breathing, he picked up the Sword Scabbard and pushed open the door.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and for some reason, a hint of unease tugged at his heart, but he didn't dwell on it. Then he quietly disappeared into the night.
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PFFT—
