Only when Yue Ran's cultivation level is improved can Long Yuan's strength be maximized. A big show is on the way, and Long Yuan is the trump card in her plans.
The feeling of pain, like ants gnawing on her bones, gradually subsided. There was a thin layer of sweat on Yue Ran's body as she ended her meditation. It was late at night, and Long Yuan leaned against the wall next to the window to look at Yue Ran in a daze.
"What are you looking at?" Yue Ran asked.
The young woman looked at him with a pair of eyes so full of stars. The young woman who had just finished cultivating was breathing lightly, and her fair skin was slightly flushed. The air suddenly condensed, as if infused with a faint scent of cold and noble snow.
"I am looking at you," Long Yuan said.
A good and loyal sword spirit would not lie to his master, so Long Yuan answered her question with full sincerity.