Dawn was breaking. Golden rays of sunlight pierced the thin mist, gently falling upon the exquisitely carved window lattices of the guest courtyard.
With a soft creak, a slender figure in a simple, white, floor-length dress stepped quietly out of the guest room.
Lan Yufei raised a hand to gently tidy a few stray strands of hair at her temple. A faint glow suffused her pale, lovely face, and an undeniable smile of satisfaction and languor played on her lips.
A night of spiritual and physical union, a Yin-Yang Convergence, had not only subtly advanced her Cultivation.
It had also brought a long-lost sense of peace and fulfillment to a heart that had been strained under the heavy pressure of the sect for years.
At this moment, Lady Lan even found herself greedily wishing to return to that warm, broad embrace and enjoy a few more moments of tenderness.
However, reason ultimately overcame her reluctance.
Her relationship with Chen Sheng could not be made public just yet.
