Bedroom.
The young couple, who had not seen each other for over a month, spent several hours pouring out their longing for one another.
Perhaps because he had said too much, Zhang Yang lay on the bed with an inexplicable sense of weakness.
As if his body had been drained dry.
Lying in the crook of Zhang Yang's arm, Ning Rongrong stared at the ceiling and murmured, "Zhang Yang, I really want to go out and have some fun."
In sage mode, Zhang Yang's answer was extremely concise. "Where to?"
"Anywhere. Just not Heaven Dou City. Ever since we came back from Saint Soul Village after getting married, I haven't left Heaven Dou City or Seven Treasure City. I want to take a long trip—the farther away, the better."
"A long trip, huh?" Zhang Yang drew out his words as his mind raced.
Ning Rongrong abruptly sat up and gestured wildly at Zhang Yang. "Anyway, both we and Spirit Hall are lying low right now, there's nothing important going on in the sect, and you've already broken through to level eighty. We have just enough time to travel around a bit and look for your final Soul Bone while we're at it."
Every word Ning Rongrong said made sense. Zhang Yang thought it over and found no reason to refuse.
"Sure. You've also broken through to level sixty, so let's go have some fun. Consider it a reward for yourself."
"You're so good to me." Ning Rongrong was overjoyed and immediately threw herself onto Zhang Yang's chest. "Hus~~band~~~"
The word "husband" took eighteen twists and turns, making cold sweat break out across Zhang Yang's forehead.
There's nothing left. I really don't have a single drop left.
They could not possibly set off the very next day after deciding to travel.