The sky had just lightened when Ling Feng got out of bed and left the room.
Miao Lanlan, a newlywed wife, was still deep in sleep, completely unaware of his departure.
Once outside, Ling Feng let out a sigh, reflecting inwardly, "This dual cultivation technique is amazing; it's even more effective than the training I did with Zhou Yi!"
After entering the room last night, the two of them were immediately entangled with each other, and, well, certain indescribable things happened.
Afterwards, Ling Feng also experienced the power of the cultivation technique Long Xiaoyu had taught Miao Lanlan.
Looking back, Ling Feng still found it somewhat unbelievable.
He had no idea who could have invented such a technique—the movements were so embarrassing even he, a grown man, could hardly bear them, not to mention Miao Lanlan.
So most of last night was spent in exploration and attempts, the joys of which naturally couldn't be shared with outsiders.