Zhang Xuelian had not expected Yang Chen to see through her thoughts.
That was true—her husband was quite clever.
She had indeed harbored many doubts about Yang Chen, but she could also calculate that what she had just described could not possibly happen to him.
Still, she simply could not understand why Yang Chen would not touch her. Even divination could not produce any answer.
That was precisely why she had felt the urge to test him.
Hearing Yang Chen say this, Zhang Xuelian smiled gently and nodded lightly. "Mm, I'll wait for you."
Yang Chen left the estate. On the way back, his mind was filled with thoughts of how to strengthen himself.
After all, only by becoming strong enough could he gain greater control over his own fate in King Yueyin's hands.
Upon returning to the Heavenly Venerate Pavilion, he wasted no time and immediately began cultivating.
His greatest trump card now was Mu Taiqing!
Mu Taiqing's remaining two souls would provide him with the greatest improvement. With half a year left, he had more than enough time to devote it all to refining Mu Taiqing's two souls.
Thus, Yang Chen completely entered seclusion. A month passed in silent cultivation.
Yunbie Heavenly Venerate had specially found Yang Chen a sufficiently quiet place for seclusion. No one knew how much he had changed over the course of that month.
Only Yang Chen himself knew that his improvement compared to before was nothing short of night and day.
Looking again at the Dao Intent Inscriptions around him, they had astonishingly risen from thirty-two thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions to thirty-four thousand Dao!
Even Yang Chen was greatly astonished by such an improvement.
"Mu Taiqing's two souls truly are of extraordinary value to me. Refining just one soul for a month