Late at night, all was quiet.
Second floor of the villa at No. 18 Golden Broom Avenue.
The large wooden bed had just stopped its violent shaking, letting out one final muffled protest before the room fell completely silent.
Su Li leaned against the headboard, not a stitch of clothing on him.
Beside him, Saina lay sprawled limply across the soft silk covers.
That woman was always restless in her sleep. If she caught a chill, she would be picking a fight with him again tomorrow.
He was in exceptionally high spirits. The stamina recovery granted by the overbearing cheat that was his Sword Spirit Root was absurd. After fooling around for half the night, not only was he not tired, his entire body brimmed with inexhaustible energy.
Su Li snapped the fingers of his left hand in midair.
A yellowed parchment scroll appeared directly in his hand.
The sole copy of the Violet Breathing Technique that Old Ford had treasured enough to lock inside a lead box.
This was premium stuff that countless great nobles across the Empire could not get their hands on even if they sold the pots and pans.
Elena had practically thrown herself at him just so she could use this thing to bind him tightly to the Iris Family's war chariot.
Su Li spread the parchment over his lap beneath the dim candlelight by the bed.
The material was rough, and its corners were badly worn, clearly having been leafed through by countless people.
It was covered in dense, tiny writing in ancient Orenda, tightly packed together, along with several abstract diagrams of the human meridians that looked like a child's scribbles.
If an ordinary commoner got hold of this, they would still be utterly lost after staring at it for ten years.