Returning to the bedchamber, he dismissed the palace maids. Li Wuxin slowly raised his head and gazed into the vault of heaven...
Today was already the first day of the eighth month!
There were only a little over forty days left until the nineteenth day of the ninth month!
The long journey, the unimaginable expedition, that final destination... was close!
There was not much left to be done in this world. To be exact, there was probably only this one thing before his eyes!
A fragrant breeze stirred behind him, and Li Wuxin's heart gave a slight leap...
A pair of arms reached around from behind and embraced him, carrying a feeling that was familiar yet strange.
Familiar, perhaps because his body knew it. Strange, perhaps because his Primordial Spirit did not.
Jun Yue's voice came by his ear. "If you'd turned over their nameplates tonight, I certainly wouldn't have come to disturb you. But you didn't."
"So? You turned over your own nameplate?"
Jun Yue let out a soft laugh, circled around from behind, and delivered herself into his arms. At this moment, only a single layer of cloth covered her body, soft as cotton and light as a dream.
A sage's words drifted through Lin Su's mind: A friend's wife must not be wronged.
But did Luo Wuxin count as a friend?
Apparently, he really did not.
Most importantly, his identity could not be exposed at a time like this...
Forget it. After all, some little girl had once put it quite well: sometimes, doing that sort of thing was not some lowly, vulgar amusement. It could also be the Dao!
For the billions of common people of Great Cang, for the great cause of protecting the Dao...
Bodies intertwined, and mosaics covered the floor...
As Jun Yue's