The Daoist's busy day came to an end after he delivered food to Ling Tong and Sister Wan.
It was now seven thirty in the evening;
The Third Floor of the Fortress was already brightly lit everywhere. The research institute and military factories were working overtime, while the area around the military hospital had become rather quiet.
Ling Tong was mostly fine now;
Wang Jixuan chatted with her for a while, but his gaze kept drifting unconsciously toward her lustrous lips and full chest. Feeling that this was somewhat presumptuous, he took the initiative to say that he had something to discuss with Professor Shen.
What is wrong with me?
Once this thought arises, it is a little hard to stop.
The Daoist's feelings were complicated.
All sorts of chaotic thoughts kept surfacing in his heart.
For instance, was it fair for him to use Ling Tong as the subject of Worldly Heart Refining? Once he took that step, how was he supposed to pull back? Staying together for life would certainly be wonderful, but what if he became immersed in it and delayed his cultivation?
Wang Jixuan felt like a frail scholar who wanted to cross a bridge but feared falling into the water, hesitating and unable to make a decisive move.
Pathetic.
Still, this was the only kind of matter that stirred such emotions in him.
As for the technical side of things;
Though the Daoist had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
Whenever his spiritual sense swept out and happened to pass through ordinary people's homes, he would always witness all kinds of scenes.
With both hands tucked into the pockets of his casual trousers, the Daoist calmly entered Shen Qionglin's Research Institute.
In truth, Wang Jixuan had nothing in particular to discuss with Shen