Myriad Gods Cult?
A clear breeze swept past, rustling the bamboo leaves. Fine flecks of golden sunlight pierced through the gaps between the branches, scattering mottled spots of light across the ground.
Mo Shang lay sprawled on a broad recliner, staring up at the sky with a slightly unfocused gaze.
After leaving Falling Cloud Sect's main hall, Mo Shang had not stayed outside to keep watch. He had gone straight back to his residence.
After all, with Liu Zhengyang—that fucking cheat who could go fifty-fifty with anyone—around, there was no need for him to worry about Gu Ling's safety while he was in seclusion...
As Mo Shang sat lost in thought, a familiar faint fragrance quietly slipped into his nose and pulled him back to his senses. He turned to look beside him.
At some point, Jiang Shuyu had already seated herself by his side. Her autumn-water eyes were gentle, and a smile lingered at the corners of her lips.
"You're smiling so happily. Did something good happen?" Mo Shang asked curiously.
"Being with you is already something that makes me happy..." Jiang Shuyu said with a lovely smile.
Hearing that, a smile appeared on Mo Shang's face. He pulled her into his arms in one swift motion.
"You smell so good..."
That faint fragrance slipped into his nose once more. Mo Shang closed his eyes slightly, then took a top-tier lungful of her scent.
"There are others here..." Nestled in Mo Shang's embrace, Jiang Shuyu's cheeks heated up, red as ripe apples.
Hearing that, Mo Shang looked around. Other than Yellow Immortal lying nearby basking in the sun, there was not another living creature in the courtyard.
"There's no one else..." Mo Shang said with a grin, reaching out to pinch her cheek.
Just as Mo Shang and Jiang