Marquis Wu'an Mansion.
In the bedroom, the candlelight ceased flickering.
Li Yuyao placed a pillow under her lower back.
Shen Qing, accustomed to this sight, sat cross-legged to regulate his breath and cultivate the cultivation technique.
In just a moment, a night's time swiftly passed.
When it was by dawn, Shen Qing exhaled the turbid air lingering in his body, concluding his practice.
After a night of refining and the nourishment of spiritual energy, he felt extremely refreshed, with a sense of comfort throughout his body.
Shen Qing turned his head to glance at the still sleeping Li Yuyao, her long eyelashes lively, like a porcelain doll, very enchanting.
During this period, whenever Huang Furo was unavailable, he would stay with Li Yuyao, enjoying a harmonious time akin to having a wife and concubine.
Counting it up, this was the most leisurely period since he opened his eyes in Hongshan Village.
No evildoers, no demons, no bloody battles.
