"Cloud Hair, Flower Face, Golden Hairpin, Hibiscus Curtains Warm, Spend the Spring Night.
Spring Nights Were Too Short, the Sun Rose High; From Then On, the King No Longer Attended Court Early."
On the broad, soft bed, the man murmured two little verses from his homeland, the corners of his lips lifting as if savoring their aftertaste.
He glanced left and right at the two jade-like faces, both bearing traces of weariness and satisfaction. Luo Chen smiled faintly, gently pushed away the smooth arm draped across his chest, lifted the plump thigh weighing him down, and slowly sat up.
Taking care not to disturb the two women, Luo Chen covered them with thin blankets before getting out of bed.
He casually threw on a silk robe, let his hair fall loose down his back, and walked barefoot out of this land of tenderness.
As he walked, the chilly floor tiles gradually cleared Luo Chen's head.
When he reached the mountaintop, thin mist and dense clouds were continually driven over by the morning mountain breeze, only to disperse again and again.
Luo Chen spread out his Divine Sense, silently covering Hundred Mile Green River like a gentle rain nourishing all things.
It was still early.
Yet many cultivators within Luo Tian Sect had already begun moving about.
Some were preparing meals at the logistics office, some were stretching their limbs and training their bodies, while another group had voluntarily begun cleaning up the stalls left behind by yesterday's ceremony.
Looking at it all, two words stood out: leisurely and relaxed!
The sense of urgency that had once hung over everyone at every moment had vanished.
And all of this was because of Luo Chen.
Though Hundred Mile Green River was small and Luo Tian Sect was not large, under this leisurely