In the days that followed, Su Fan settled down in Martial Uncle Hong Ling's Cave Mansion.
He spent every day with two female Integration Stage cultivators, and every time, the commotion was enough to tear down houses and shake the earth.
At first, Su Fan secretly reflected on himself, feeling that he had been somewhat careless with the ladies' feelings. But he had not expected that they simply did not care.
With that, Su Fan completely put aside his reservations.
Fortunately, they were both Integration Stage cultivators, with bodies and cultivation strong enough to withstand it. If they had been lower-level cultivators, they probably really would not have been able to take it.
As the sun sank westward, the sky blazed with rosy light like fire setting the clouds aflame. Layer upon layer of splendid sunset spread across the heavens, dyeing the horizon a warm red.
The afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the gaps between the bamboo forest's branches and leaves, refracting into mottled, fragmented halos. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, like an elegant and graceful ink-wash painting.
Su Fan half-reclined beside the pool, his gaze somewhat vacant as he quietly watched ring after ring of ripples spread across the water.
Not far away, Martial Uncle Hong Ling was huddled together with Zhang Xuemo, speaking in low voices. From time to time, their light laughter drifted over.
"Su Fan, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll have someone prepare it in advance." At that moment, Martial Uncle Hong Ling turned to him and asked.
"Tonight... why not make some nourishing Spirit Food? I've been feeling a little low on energy lately..."
Hearing this, the two female cultivators simultaneously rolled their eyes at him and cursed inwardly.
Can you have even a shred of shame?