In the days that followed, the bedchamber was warm behind crimson gauze curtains, sheets rolling like crimson waves.
True Monarch Lan Ling cast aside her former coldness and reserve, becoming as gentle and alluring as she could, personally attending to him.
She even unlocked many shameful positions that would make one's face burn, doing her utmost to cater to him, only wishing to let Xu Ping's body and mind gain the greatest possible relaxation and pleasure.
Xu Ping also temporarily cast aside all schemes and pressure, immersing himself in this land of tenderness, enjoying the most primitive and intimate exchange between Dao partners.
After that, he settled down in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons with an easy mind; from time to time he discussed the Dao and engaged in Dual Cultivation with True Monarch Lan Ling, his days passing in calm fulfillment.
...
Half a year later.
The Nine Nether Elder, who had been silent for many years, finally sent word.
