Shattered

The vitality of a Mortal Shedding Strange Ghost shell was nearly limitless, but Soul Condensation, in the end, still belonged within the realm of mortals.

After fully accepting the reality that he had returned to the Soul Condensation realm, Xu Yuan's mind, which had been taut for days, finally relaxed, and the exhaustion of a mortal body washed over him.

He was tired, and thus needed some relaxing entertainment.

The chest-bound princess was away on business, so he could only look for Little Bai.

The side room was silent.

Bai Muxi knelt upon the stone couch, while Xu Yuan lay sideways with his head pillowed on her soft, ample thighs, narrowing his eyes as he enjoyed the gentle pressure of her fingertips.

That earlier scolding seemed to have truly frightened Little Bai. Her lovely face, as pure and delicate as a lotus washed clean, was full of cautious attentiveness.

Her massage was not skilled. As the foremost figure of the Underground Palace, she had never done this sort of work serving others.

In order to please the young master before her, she had already given it her all.

But Xu Yuan did not mind in the slightest. Inexperience had its own kind of charm.

If he truly wanted the comfort of fingers soft as silk winding around his own, the courtesans at the pleasure houses were the most skilled at it.

Time slipped away, second by second.

Suddenly, "Muxi."

Xu Yuan, who was enjoying the service of the Underground Palace's Simin, abruptly asked:

"What was your constitution again?"

"W-What?"

A trace of confusion flashed through Bai Muxi's lowered eyes. Then she replied softly, "Young Master, Muxi does not know. The Underground Palace only speaks of aptitude, not constitutions."

Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked into her dark, captivating