The banquet lasted for five full days, during which Shen Mo lost count of how much fine wine he had drunk, how many cultivators he had met, and how many words he had spoken!
As the banquet drew to a close and the guests dispersed, he took Zhao Lingyin's jade-like hand and rode the phoenix chariot back to their newly built Guanyun Mansion.
The originally elegant bedroom, under the arrangement of Lu Taorui and the other maid-disciples, had become magnificent and luxurious, yet exuded a hint of festive cheer.
Shen Mo, slightly inebriated, helped remove Zhao Lingyin's phoenix crown, his gaze fixed fiercely on her face.
He sighed inwardly. Such a flawless beauty, even if watched for thousands or millions of years, would not breed the slightest hint of boredom!
Under his passionate gaze, Zhao Lingyin blushed from her cheeks to her neck. Unable to resist, she buried her face in Shen Mo's embrace, reproaching shyly, "You see me every day, yet now you can't stop staring."
