Perhaps it was because Jiu had insisted on coming home with Pei Yuhang.
In the end, Pei Yuhang seemed to have compromised. He didn't put away the Jade Token engraved with the insignia of another Sect, but he also didn't bring it up with Jiu again.
By tacit agreement, they both dropped the subject.
Pei Yuhang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed. As he regulated his breathing, his white jade-like face gradually took on a lustrous glow.
As his Spiritual Power circulated, wisps of white mist rose from his robes, making him seem like an immortal descended to the mortal world. The wide sleeves of his white robe fluttered without a breeze, sending ripples through the silent room.
While Pei Yuhang cultivated, Jiu had buried herself in his soft bedding. She lay in the spot that should have belonged to Ye Liyuan, the pleasant scent unique to Pei Yuhang lingering around her delicate, upturned nose.
