Unborn Realm.
Xiang Yuan Blessed Land was also a must-visit place for recuperating from injuries. Relying on his outstanding personal charm, he had rented an elegant little courtyard in the mountain forest outside the city.
In the small room on the second floor, he took out clean mattresses and bedding, laid the exhausted Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er side by side, then gave an "Ah," saying he had no strength left. He took off his shoes and lay down between the two women, remembering to tuck the blankets around them before putting an arm around each.
After all, they were exhausted. This was the time when one was most likely to catch a chill, so they could not afford to be careless.
Whether Xiang Yuan truly had no strength left was hard to say, but Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er were genuinely worn out. The moment they closed their eyes, they soon fell into a deep sleep.
That night, the moon was dim, and the stars were even sparser.
The skies and earth of the Unborn Realm were gray and murky, thick with foul miasma. A bright moon was rarely seen here; let alone at night, even in broad daylight, beneath a cloudless sky stretching ten thousand miles, an inescapable gloom still hung over the world.
Inside the room, Xiao Lingyue lay sprawled across Xiang Yuan's chest, biting down on her own bite marks. With the aid of the blood medicine, her weary Primordial Spirit had recovered considerably and was no longer as fatigued as before.
Xiang Yuan whispered something into Xiao Lingyue's ear. Extracting the key words, it was roughly: there was another spirit medicine; Chan'er was not awake; keep it down, she cannot hear.
Xiao Lingyue decisively shook her head in refusal. As the elder sister, the principal wife had