After his fun-filled session with Biyue and Feiyan, it wasn't long before Qingyi found himself relaxing alongside the two beauties in the temple's hot springs.
His body was submerged up to his chest in the warm water, with two beauties clinging to him, one on each side.
Their soft skin brushed against his, the heat of their pressed bodies mingling with the warmth of the spring in a comforting blend that dissolved every last knot of tension from his muscles.
"Have you been cultivating well?" Qingyi asked, his soft voice breaking the tranquil silence of the fountains.
Lately, his life had boiled down to sex and battle, an endless road where there were always enemies to be slain.
He could not allow himself, not even for a single moment, to fall behind in his unbridled race for power.
It had been quite some time since he'd had a real conversation with his wives.
