After finishing these tasks, Chu Qing stretched a little lazily and heard Wu Qianhuan's breathing, steady and rhythmic, clearly indicating that she was already asleep.
"Absolutely no sense of defense..."
Chu Qing muttered softly, then approached her bed.
He tilted his head and looked at Wu Qianhuan for a moment, but couldn't help recalling the "Celestial Bright Swordsmanship."
The corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up...
Wu Qianhuan's originally rhythmic breathing suddenly became a bit chaotic after he sat down.
Although she forcefully restored the rhythm afterward, Chu Qing noticed the flaw.
He spoke as if talking to himself:
"The Yin Yang Dao within the 'Celestial Bright Swordsmanship' is extraordinary. By this method, it might also greatly benefit her meridian damage. It seems I have to persuade her to practice with me when I get the chance."
Wu Qianhuan suddenly took a deep breath.
