Night had fallen.
Only the flickering of candlelight remained within the Goddess Hall.
Ye Xinxia curled up beneath a soft velvet blanket, her pale golden hair spread across the pillow, a few damp strands clinging to the side of her cheeks.
Her eyes were closed, tears still clinging to her lashes, her breathing light and deep.
Her white robe trimmed in gold had slipped to the floor at some point. Candlelight blanketed her exposed shoulders; the faint golden glow had already faded, leaving only the girl's original jade-white skin.
The corners of her eyes were still red, yet her lips curved faintly upward.
Jiang Che lay on his side beside her, one hand propping up his head while the fingers of the other gently brushed aside the stray strand stuck to her cheek.
She gave a drowsy hum and nestled further into his arms, mumbling something indistinctly.
It was probably "bad." Jiang Che smiled.
She had begged for mercy long ago.
He truly had not held back much.
The Dragon-Vigor Tiger-Strength talent brought more than just physical enhancement. In certain respects, his endurance far surpassed that of ordinary people.
It was Ye Xinxia's first time, and she had only just completed the soul pact; her body was still in a period of recovery.
Before long, she had repeatedly begged him to stop, eventually falling into a deep sleep amid his kisses and soothing.
Jiang Che got up.
He raised his right hand, wind-element and water-element magical energy surging from his fingertips at once.
Azure wind and deep-blue water intertwined in midair. There was no constellation, no spell—only pure control.
Wind formed the bones, water the shape.
In an instant, a translucent azure bed slowly condensed into being in the side hall of the Goddess Hall.
He bent down and gently