The next morning.
When Ye Xuan woke up, he felt somewhat weak, with a slight numbness in his limbs.
Recalling the events of last night, Ye Xuan let out a bitter smile. Even after experiencing brutal battles, he never felt this drained.
Ye Xuan finally felt satisfied, but at the same time, he was somewhat reflective. He had always thought that women were merely tools for entertainment, and no matter how beautiful a woman was, she was just a shell. Now, he realized that if he met someone he genuinely liked, he might be deeply enamored and unable to extricate himself.
"Beauty is the grave of heroes," Ye Xuan mused; this phrase undoubtedly held truth to it.
Exiting the room, Ye Xuan went to the back mountain. He found a quiet place, sat down cross-legged, and began to release the True Yuan within his body to communicate with the heavens and earth.
