Zhong Shenxiu laughed self-deprecatingly.
There were no shortage of beauties around him, yet in the end, he was still alone in such a large house.
He shook his head, no longer dwelling on it, and turned to enter the bathroom.
Hot water poured down over his head as rising steam filled the room, washing away the fatigue from his body. Zhong Shenxiu closed his eyes, his awareness sinking into his body as the Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art slowly circulated. Energy from heaven and earth flowed in through his pores, nourishing his meridians and bloodline.
The planes were merging faster. He could clearly feel the Douluo Continent's planar shackles weakening more and more around him, while his cultivation steadily increased.
He was only one step away from breaking through to level eighty.
Once the Six Great Black Hands were all in place and the Dragon Fighting Plane fully connected with the Douluo Plane, his cultivation could rise another great step.
After bathing, he casually grabbed a pure white towel and loosely wrapped it around his waist.
His black hair hung wet against him, droplets falling from its tips, sliding down his pale neck and over his exquisite collarbones before disappearing beneath the edge of the towel. The youth was tall and lean, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his lines smooth and sharp. He had no exaggerated muscles, yet his body contained explosive power. His skin was porcelain-white with cool undertones, gleaming delicately beneath the warm light. Paired with his sharply defined features and slightly lowered Light Gold Vertical Pupils, he seemed less imposing and domineering than usual, carrying instead a lazy, untamed wildness.
Drying his hair, he pushed open the bedroom door.
The next second, he stopped.
At some point, a woman had appeared, sitting on the large bed.
She sat openly