Within the Small Grotto-Heaven, molten gold flowed like blood.
Blood-red clouds stretched across the distant sky, drawing open the tattered curtain of the slanting sunset.
Where the winding path led into secluded depths stood an elegant courtyard built against the mountains, beside the water.
"An unfamiliar ceiling..."
Xiang Yuan opened his eyes. His head throbbed as though pricked by needles, and only after holding his breath and focusing for a moment did it ease considerably.
He had used the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form immediately after breaking through to the Spirit Transformation stage, then stacked the secret arts of Demon King Hall, Illusion Annihilation Dao, and Stellar Palace all at once. His body had been pushed beyond its limits. He had felt nothing while fighting, but once that breath had left him, every inch of his body hurt.
Only he could endure the crushing strain of so many methods with the medicinal power within his body. Anyone else would have been beaten to their knees by Jinse and made to drink her foot-washing water.
And his chest felt terribly stuffy, as if a ghost were pinning him to the bed.
Looking down, he saw Chan'er lying in his arms like a well-behaved little cat. Her hair spilled like a waterfall, casually draped over her fragrant shoulders. Her skin was fair as jade and glimmered faintly; her breathing was soft, and her sleeping face carried a lazy, contented air.
Who knew what she was dreaming of? The corners of her lips curled up slightly.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Beside Xiang Yuan's ears, only Chan'er's breathing softly echoed.
What a beautiful case of ghost-pressing-the-bed!
Wait, why weren't you wearing clothes? And where had mine gone?
Oh, my clothes had blown apart during the fight.
No, that wasn't right. What