A few hours later.
The spacious master bedroom on the second floor.
The expensive solid-wood bed took up a large portion of the room.
Su Li had yet to return to the room. He was tinkering with scrap iron in the woodshed out back, and the crisp clanging of metal carried in through the window.
Elena sat on the edge of the bed, having changed into the white silk nightgown she had bought that afternoon.
This nightgown was irresponsibly designed to the extreme, with so little fabric that it simply could not contain her outrageous scale.
She had no desire to sleep at all.
The aether within her was brimming to the limit, surging violently through her meridians.
Second tier.
A genuine second-tier knight's realm.
Elena raised her hand, and a mass of pure, deep-blue aether gathered in her palm.
This was too ridiculous.
In her previous life, back in the royal capital, she had mobilized the Iris Family's immense resources and trained desperately every single day, yet at this age, she had only barely touched the threshold of the second tier.
One man carrying two, and three second-tier warriors had been created overnight.
That talent was simply monstrous.
Elena excitedly licked her lips.
In her previous life, she had relied on the hundred top-grade enchanted longswords Su Li left behind, carving a bloody path through piles of corpses and enduring her way to the fourth tier.
Those had been an agonizing forty years, filled with schemes every day and vigilance against assassinations by political enemies every day.
The fourth tier was already the ceiling of combat strength in the entire Orenda Kingdom.
But this life was completely different.
Following Su Li, sleeping in the same bed with him every night, doing nothing at all, and her strength rose without