Power of the Chaos Demonic Arrow

When Lin Langtian opened his eyes again, the antique Bamboo House came into view. He lay on the bed, his mind still clouded by a lingering dizziness.

Lin Langtian lightly shook his head, then sat up. Smelling the lingering scent in the air, scenes from the battle just now could not help surfacing in his mind.

Although he had passed out, the sensation of every cell in his body seeming to cheer with joy was impossible to erase.

"You're awake?"

A soft voice came from ahead. Lin Langtian raised his head and saw Ling Qingzhu standing not far away, her clear eyes quietly watching him.

At some point, a thin veil had covered her cheeks. Her slender, exquisite figure, wrapped in a white dress, revealed curves that were nearly perfect.

The three thousand strands of hair that had originally been tied up were now spread loose, falling like a waterfall to her shapely hips. For some reason, she seemed to carry a languid air at this moment.

That air made Lin Langtian's newly awakened heart skip a beat.

Sage mode seemed to be of no use to him now.

"You seem to have changed a little," Lin Langtian said with a smile as he looked at Ling Qingzhu.

"Changed how?" Ling Qingzhu walked closer, then lightly crouched before Lin Langtian. A faint smile surfaced in her usually cold eyes.

"You've become prettier, and more... womanly." Lin Langtian smiled.

Looking at Ling Qingzhu, the corners of his lips curled slightly. She rarely took the initiative to make such intimate gestures, even toward him.

Sure enough, after another round of deep emotional exchange, their relationship had grown much closer.

For some reason, Ling Qingzhu now possessed a breathtaking kind of beauty. It was not merely the beauty of her appearance, but something