Sacred Source Peak, Purple Source Cave Mansion.
Morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice, spilling into the tranquil cave mansion. Zuoqiu Qingyu lay lazily atop a jade couch covered in soft beast hide, her body tracing out breathtaking curves.
Bored out of her mind, she curled a lock of hair around her finger. Her peach-blossom eyes brimmed with resentment as she glanced toward the tightly shut Stone Gate outside.
"Sigh..." She let out a long sigh, her voice soft and seductive yet filled with sorrow. "Zi Yan, do you think Little Brother Mo Lin has gotten tired of us?
How many days has it been now? He runs off to that lousy platform every day and stays there all day. When he comes back, he just falls asleep without even bothering to say a word..."
Nearby, Zi Yan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, attempting to refine the energy within a Dragon Origin Marrow Crystal.
Hearing this, she opened her violet eyes. Dissatisfaction also appeared on her little face as she pouted. "Exactly! He used to know how to keep us company... while cultivating! But now, all he sees is that 'Reincarnation Immortal Body' of his! So what if he unlocked Level Twelve? What's so great about that? Hmph!"
Ever since Mo Lin discovered that the Water Fire Dragon Forging Platform had extraordinary effects in accelerating the unsealing of his Reincarnation Immortal Body, he had practically become obsessed. Every day, he soaked himself there, using the violent power of ice and fire to relentlessly temper his body.
Though the results were remarkable, with his white robes making his aura seem ever more transcendent and the faint chaotic radiance around him growing clearer and denser by the day, the time he spent with Zuoqiu Qingyu and Zi Yan had greatly decreased,