He then reached out and untied the rope around Su Qiuzhi's wrists.
The knot loosened, revealing a faint red mark circling Su Qiuzhi's wrist. She rubbed it, then lifted her head and met Gu Chengming's calm gaze.
Their eyes met, and Su Qiuzhi's heartbeat once again slipped out of control.
"...I should head back now." She stood, her steps a little unsteady. "It'll be dawn soon. If I don't go back, someone will notice."
The night was about to retreat, and a faint, faint pallor had begun to spread across the horizon.
A cool breeze swept in, making the hem of Su Qiuzhi's robe flutter and snap.
She drew in a deep breath of cold air, scented with dew. The heat of the room had left her mind a little flushed, but the chill finally cleared it somewhat.
Then she suddenly realized something.
Had she really started stealing a man from her own sisters?
At the same time, a woman's voice rang inside her mind.
[You really plan to spend a hundred thousand Spirit Stones to dual cultivate with him? Has the Joyful Union Sect's inflation gotten that bad?]
"You don't cultivate the Mortal World Art, you wouldn't understand!" Su Qiuzhi retorted with her Spiritual Sense.
[I helped out before the Mortal World Art even came into being. How could I not understand? You've let your lust ■■ take over your brain!]
"So what?" Su Qiuzhi huffed. "Besides, I used the Mortal World Art to sense him. He's a good person."
[Just thinking about the Joyful Union Sect ending up in the hands of people like you makes my heart ache.]
Amid their bickering, the sky gradually brightened.
By full daylight, Li Suizhuang had returned.
The moment she pushed open the door to the side room in Quiet Contemplation