Another ten days passed. Aside from spending the first five days instructing Fifth Yijin in martial arts, Xiang Yang spent the remaining days wrapped up with Ning Ke, sweet and loving, their feelings growing deeper by the day.
Yet this only made Nan Fenglan, who had returned from her mission, increasingly displeased. The woman who had once been bright and glamorous became ever more frosty and aloof, without the slightest smile each day. Her temperament also grew colder and colder, as though she had become a second Ning Ke. The people below grumbled endlessly in private, but though they sighed over it, none dared voice a single complaint.
Ning Ke, meanwhile, paid Nan Fenglan even less heed. Before she understood the situation, she had been somewhat worried.
After all, in terms of looks, Nan Fenglan was no less beautiful than she was. In martial arts, both were Celestials; though their combat strength differed, they were still on roughly the same level. As for their figures, she was petite while Nan Fenglan was tall and slender. By common standards, the taller one held the advantage.
But once Ning Ke gathered Nan Fenglan's past reputation from constables she knew well, she was completely reassured. How could a woman so lacking in self-respect and so loose in conduct compare with her? Xiang Yang would never take a fancy to her either.
So even though Xiang Yang remained close to Nan Fenglan afterward and occasionally instructed her in martial arts, Ning Ke had nothing to be jealous about. Instead, she behaved with open generosity, appearing frank and composed, which only made Xiang Yang like her more.
That day, Xiang Yang was meditating in his room. His Saber God had left his body and roamed the Void Information Ocean, comprehending the insights he had gained,