The master courtyard of the Azure Sword Sect was entirely sealed off from the rest of the world.
Seven layers of sound-dampening arrays, three layers of supreme defensive barriers, and a massive thermal-regulation formation had been activated. The ambient spiritual energy in the courtyard was so thick it practically condensed into glowing mist.
In the center of the inner chambers, Yan Shuo was currently a prisoner of war.
His prison was a massive, thousand-year warm jade bed. His restraints were three layers of impossibly soft, cloud-silk blankets tightly tucked around his shoulders, effectively turning him into a helpless white cocoon.
"Zhi'er," Yan Shuo sighed, his voice slightly muffled by the sheer volume of pillows propping up his head. "I am awake. The sun is shining. I believe I can get out of bed now."
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Tantai Zhi didn't even blink.
"Absolutely not, Husband," she stated with terrifying sweetness.
