I Never Expected the Inheritor of the God of Destruction to Be So Lacking in Confidence When Facing Me

Night fell like a heavy swath of ink-black silk, slowly covering the outline of Heaven Dou City.

After the fierce battle and arduous journey through Sunset Forest, the group finally returned to this familiar city.

After a simple dinner at the inn, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. The air still carried the lingering warmth of the food and the exhaustion of travel.

Steam filled Wang Dong'er's room.

She had just emerged from the bathroom, wearing a light purple silk camisole nightgown that outlined her delicate curves. Her fair, jade-like legs were bare in the air, still glistening with moisture from her bath.

Her long hair was slightly damp, Water Droplets sliding from its tips and leaving tiny wet marks across her collarbone.

She walked straight to the cushioned couch by the window. Lu Jing was sitting there, holding an ancient book, his fingertips gently brushing over its yellowed pages.

Wang Dong'er naturally sat beside him, her fresh post-bath fragrance breaking the room's silence. "What do we do next?"

Lu Jing put down the ancient book, reached for the teapot on the table, and poured her a cup of warm clear tea. The fragrant steam curled upward.

"What else can we do?"

His voice was gentle, carrying the relaxation that came after exhaustion. "Of course, work hard to improve our cultivation."

Wang Dong'er accepted the cup, her fingertips touching its warm surface. She could not help rolling her eyes, her tone slightly reproachful. "As if I don't know I need to improve my cultivation. I mean, apart from cultivating, is there nothing else to do? We can't just keep burying our heads in bitter cultivation."

Lu Jing looked at her slightly puffed cheeks, amusement flashing in his eyes. He nodded. "There is something."

He deliberately paused, then grinned at