218, each one has more issues than the last

The long night turned to dawn, the sky turning pale.

On the cold floor, Xu Yuan, who had fought throughout the night, finally let out a sigh of relief.

He was exhausted.

As a Cultivator, he naturally had more endurance than ordinary people.

Moreover, he was facing Mo Xianxian, who was determined to have all of him.

For the first time, Xu Yuan realized that even as a Cultivator, there could come a time when he was completely spent.

Mo Xianxian lay half on top of him with hardly any expression, composed as if the recent events hadn't affected her at all.

"You should leave now,"

she glanced at the creamy light of dawn that was starting to spill over from the night sky.

Leave? What does she mean? Is she saying she doesn't acknowledge me after picking up her skirt?

Xu Yuan had never expected to hear such words from Mo Xianxian, who usually acted so possessively.