The surface of the Crimson-Blue Pool lay still, reflecting the silhouettes locked in each other's embrace.
Chu Jiang felt the surging power within him. He had already reached the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, yet it still stirred faintly beneath the surface. Lowering his head, he looked at the beauty in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes damp, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing soft, as though she had fallen asleep.
"Senior Sister," Chu Jiang called softly.
"Mm?" Wu Yue did not open her eyes. She answered vaguely, yet curled deeper into his arms.
"Are you still... uncomfortable?" Chu Jiang asked, his voice carrying the slight huskiness of what had come after.
Wu Yue slowly opened her eyes. Moist light shimmered within them as she shot him a reproachful glance. "What do you think?"
This fellow's stamina was outrageously good. It was only because her physique was special—an ordinary person would have fallen apart.
"I think..." Chu Jiang chuckled softly, his restless hand sliding to her waist and giving it a gentle press. "Senior Sister seems perfectly fine to me. Just now, you circulated that Communion Art... even more skillfully than I did."
"You... shut up!" Crimson rushed across Wu Yue's face. She raised a hand and pinched his side. There was little force behind it; it felt more like a tickle. "You're not allowed to bring it up again..."
"Fine, I won't." Yet Chu Jiang tightened his arms, drawing her closer against him as he savored the lingering warmth. "But Senior Sister, your physique truly is extraordinary."
After their deep dual cultivation, the results had far exceeded expectations. Not only had his newly attained third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm been completely stabilized, but he had even faintly touched upon the threshold of the fourth