The Changshan Yang Clan.
Inside an antique-filled, lavish boudoir, Madam Yang stood dazedly gazing at an ink wash painting on the wall. She wore a sea-green long skirt, her hair adorned with an ornamental pin.
The taut fabric of her dress revealed the deep ravine of her cleavage, perfectly accentuating Madam Yang's mature charm.
On the scroll was a young man in official robes. He had sword-like brows, star-like eyes, a broad back, and a narrow waist. His eyes, in particular, burned with a fiery spirit. It was none other than a portrait of Chen Sheng.
Ever since Chen Sheng had left, Madam Yang, aside from diligently persisting in her cultivation each day, would spend her time carefully studying his portrait, her eyes filled with longing and nostalgia.
And it was precisely because of this attachment to Chen Sheng that Madam Yang was able to consistently devote herself, body and soul, to her practice, causing her Cultivation to rise steadily.
