"Eh? What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel so much lighter, as if a huge stone in my heart had suddenly been lifted away?"
Zhang Lingyu, who was also in this city, was currently staying in an ordinary guesthouse with several junior disciples who had come down the mountain with him.
Having just woken up, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sensation. He raised a hand and gently pressed it to his chest, confusion and relief appearing on his face.
"Junior Uncle! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine."
Looking at his fellow disciple's nephew beside him, Zhang Lingyu—dressed in blue Daoist robes, with flowing white hair and a streak of cinnabar between his brows—immediately shook his head slightly.
Because of the sudden interference of an outsider like Qing Mo, Zhang Lingyu had no idea that his tribulation had already been successfully overcome, so it was only natural for him to be struck by such inexplicable confusion.
Originally, Xia He and the others, who had escaped from the Company last night, were supposed to encounter Zhang Lingyu's group tonight, and the two sides would once again fight fiercely.
The result would have been Xia He successfully taking his first time, while she likewise gave him hers.
But now, not only had Xia He's first time been taken by Qing Mo, she had also been tossed about by him for several hours.
Already completely exhausted and powerless, even though Xia He was an outsider with a physique far tougher than an ordinary person's, she could not endure being repeatedly sent soaring to the heavens like that.
So after separating from Qing Mo, Xia He returned to her hidden residence.
She intended to recuperate properly for a while, and during that time, she had no intention of showing her face in