The next morning, a thick fog rolled in.
Perhaps it was because the Black Lotus Sect's mysterious Earth King had forcefully cast a spell to alter the weather the night before, but this vast, chilling white fog had uncharacteristically blanketed the entirety of Black Stone City.
Su Yu stretched comfortably. He gently moved Yang Zhen's voluptuous, peach-like body, still lost in a languid slumber, and quietly got out of bed.
Although the Su Mansion's estate was now quite large and employed many servants, Su Yu was fundamentally unaccustomed to the elaborate ceremony of being waited on by personal maids.
He had even sent Yaya, who had always been with him, to help out in his older brother Su Hong's courtyard.
Pushing open the door, he walked over to the courtyard well.
He drew a bucket of frigid well water, then picked up his toothbrush from a jade box on a bluestone platform.
