Qingyi woke up early in the morning, his eyes opening slightly. The familiar weight of Isabel's breasts against his chest immediately overwhelmed him.
As a true immortal, he could go decades, perhaps centuries without sleeping or eating. But in the end, what life would be worth living without these small pleasures?
Not his.
With a skillful move, Qingyi escaped Isabel's embrace and got dressed, leaving his room and heading to one of the most isolated regions of the palace.
Right now, the servants were dismantling the wedding decorations, and the mortal nobles were dealing with their hangovers while the powerful were more concerned with flattering the king than anything else.
Qingyi passed by almost unnoticed, immediately locking himself in one of the many meditation rooms.
Not having any kind of array to improve mana density was certainly frustrating, especially because of how strong Qingyi's spiritual roots were. But he didn't think too much about it.
