Backside Flat Sand Landing

Cultivation is indeed a good thing!

Zhong Wen glanced gently at Leng Wushuang, who was sleeping peacefully on his left arm. He felt the third thick and robust energy ring in his dantian, making him feel extremely content.

Zhong Wen turned his body slightly and carefully removed his arm from beneath Leng Wushuang. He adjusted the slightly slipped blanket, covering her chest. He leaned down to give her a light kiss on her forehead. Then, he got up, got dressed, and left the room for the kitchen.

At the dining table, Lin Zhiyun looked embarrassed. She tried to avoid eye contact with Zhong Wen and blushed lightly. It was evident that she had once again played the role of the "audience" the previous night.

"Palace Master," after breakfast, Lin Zhiyun was about to leave in a hurry, but Zhong Wen called her back.

"What is it?" She tried to sound calm, but her voice couldn't hide the unease.

Zhong Wen leaned closer and whispered in her ear.