Sang Luo woke to daylight, her body sore and weary. She didn't even want to lift a finger.
Minos, ever considerate of her condition, had held back. Later that night, when he saw she couldn't bear it any longer, he'd finally let her be.
The memory of last night brought with it a feeling of indescribable passion.
Minos had changed.
Tainted by worldly desire, he had become more vivid. He was no longer a sculpture to be admired from afar or an exquisite oil painting, but a living, breathing man with all the passions and desires of a mortal.
After Sang Luo finished her meal, Minos took out a Crystal Core and handed it to her.
"Where did you get this Crystal Core?" It was the first time Sang Luo had ever seen a golden one.
"The Saint Ancestor's."
Sang Luo's hand froze.
Minos said, "The power in this Crystal Core will be enough to sustain you through the rest of your pregnancy."
After a moment's hesitation, Sang Luo consumed and refined the Crystal Core.
