Still Too Weak (1)

At seven o'clock in the morning the next day, Shen Ping ended his meditation and cultivation. He took out the communication talisman and took a look. Matchmaker Ceng did not respond, but he did not care. He stood up and walked to the hall.

After the nourishment last night, his wife, concubines, and Dao companions were all bright and beautiful. The fragrance of the Mange Spirit Grass' petals emitted from their bodies made one's mind calm and all distracting thoughts disappear.

After sitting down, he first took a sip of the spirit rice and lean meat porridge, then looked at Luo Qing, who was as cold as a bamboo. "In a few days, Qing'er, follow me to Ze Kingdom."

Luo Qing's eyes lit up slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her thin red lips. "Husband, thank you."

When Bai Yuying heard this, her voice carried a hint of coquettishness. "Husband, Ying'er also wants to follow you to Ze Kingdom."