Yuan Sect Becomes History, Just Good Luck

Early the next morning

Luo Heng opened his eyes and saw four figures lying haphazardly beside him.

Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao were curled up on his left. Qing Tan lay on his chest like a kitten, while Ling Qingzhu lay quietly on his right, her moon-white hair spilling across the pillow.

He shifted slightly, and Qing Tan sleepily mumbled, turned over, and burrowed further into his arms.

Luo Heng could not help smiling at the sight. Then, carefully pulling his arm free without waking them, he got up and walked to the window.

Outside, the mountains of the Dao Sect appeared especially tranquil in the morning light. A sea of clouds churned in the distance, and birds occasionally swept across the sky.

He stretched, feeling the abundant Primal Energy within him, and the corners of his lips curved upward.

Though he had spent the entire night at it, such exertion was nothing to him. On the contrary, thanks to their yin-yang dual cultivation, his Primal Energy had become several degrees purer.

"Awake?" A cool voice came from behind him.

Luo Heng turned and saw that Ling Qingzhu had awakened at some point. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, arranging her clothes, with a trace of softness in her clear, cool eyes.

"Yeah. Aren't you going to sleep a little longer?" Luo Heng asked.

"No." Ling Qingzhu shook her head and walked over to stand beside him. Looking out at the mountains, she softly said, "The news of Yuan Sect's destruction should have spread throughout the Eastern Xuan Region by now."

"Let it spread. They would find out sooner or later anyway," Luo Heng said casually.

Ling Qingzhu nodded and said nothing more. She merely stood quietly at his side, enjoying this rare moment of peace.