"During the half month or so that you were missing, my lord, I worried day and night."
In the bedchamber, atop the bed, after the storm of passion had just subsided, Xu Xinlan, her face still flushed crimson, nestled against Wang Chen's chest and murmured softly, "If something had truly happened to you, my lord, then I would be unable to go on living either."
Her eyes shimmered with tears, carrying an indescribable delicacy and vulnerability.
Though both had been teleported into unknown regions, Zuo Xiaomo had escaped his predicament within seven days, while Wang Chen had gone without a word for over twenty days. It would have been stranger still if Xu Xinlan had not been worried sick.
She had entrusted her entire body and heart to Wang Chen.
Wang Chen lovingly wrapped an arm around her slender waist and said, "It's not that serious. I'll protect myself well, and you should do the same."
In the mortal world, one could not help oneself; even within an immortal sect, one could not roam free.
Let alone a mere Purple Mansion cultivator like him—even after forming Nascent Soul, one would still be a prisoner of this world.
To attain the Great Dao and gain true freedom, one still had to seek it in the higher realms!
Cultivation was inherently an act of defying the heavens. One could hide for a while, but not for a lifetime.
Now that he had Xu Xinlan as a companion, he had gained another thread of attachment and concern.
"Mm."
Xu Xinlan nodded gently. "I have already reached the eighth level of Qi Condensation. Next, I must advance to the ninth level, then Break Through Apertures and Open the Mansion."
She knew very well that if she wished to stay by Wang Chen's side for