"Hubby, this time I came because of..."
Before Murong Wanwan could finish, Cheng Buzheng interrupted her.
"Even if there are miscellaneous matters to handle, don't you still have the Myriad Transformation Dao Body? Do you really need to do it yourself?"
"So you don't need to make excuses!"
Cheng Buzheng paused, his tone carrying a trace of disappointment.
"Let it go this time!"
Then he waved his hand.
"Alright, go back and reflect on yourself! I need to cultivate."
Though Cheng Buzheng appeared unwilling to say more, the thoughts in his heart were entirely the opposite.
Hmph!
As clever as I am, would I give my wife a chance to explain herself?
Obviously not!
What if she came up with one reason, two reasons, three reasons, then sweetly said to him, "Hubby, I want to discuss the Great Dao of Life?"
How would he refuse then?
But if he did not refuse, what was he supposed to do?
At that thought, Cheng Buzheng could not help feeling a faint ache in his waist. Even his legs, crossed atop the Cloud Bed, trembled slightly.
No... absolutely not. He could not give his wife the chance to remain in the Quiet Room.
With that thought—
At this moment, Cheng Buzheng's resolve had never been firmer.
Immediately after—
Cheng Buzheng closed his eyes, sitting in meditation like an old monk. He treated the exquisite beauty in his arms as though she were nothing.
Just then...
A soft sound of sobbing reached his ears.
He also sensed that the delicate body resting against his chest was trembling faintly, as if she were crying silently.
At that moment—
Cheng Buzheng, who had seemed like an old monk in meditation, felt his Dao heart collapse. His heart was filled with helplessness.
At that moment—
The scene