On the lake, Yu Ci shifted his attention out of the Inner Void. As Xue Zhi entered, his eyes brightened slightly.
Having broken free of Su Shuanghe's restraints, this woman had shed the deliberately stately style of before. Instead of lavish finery, she wore a thin skirt and short blouse, with a gauzy outer robe draped over them. The layers were distinct, the colors bright and fresh, pleasingly crisp. Her features were delicate, soft, graceful, and alluring—clearly, she had dressed with care.
The moment she entered, she bowed gracefully to the ground.
"Thank you, Heavenly Lord, for saving this concubine from the sea of suffering."
Seeing her soft figure, her appearance and bearing so similar to Madam Xia's yet with an even more fragile core, Yu Ci could not help feeling pity for her—and a touch of embarrassment.
From the very beginning, he had never paid this woman much special attention.
At first, he had treated her as a furnace for refining the Seven Emotions Demonic Pill. Later, he had cast her aside. If Baiyi had not "acted on her own initiative" this time, Xue Zhi might well have remained at the manor...
Then again, perhaps that would have been better than this.
This woman believed she had escaped the sea of suffering, but how could such things possibly be so easy in this world?
After pondering for a moment, he said gently, "Come here."
Xue Zhi raised her head slightly. She was somewhat bewildered, but even more obedient. Who knew how she interpreted his words? She actually advanced on her knees, gradually approaching Yu Ci's feet.
Yu Ci was momentarily speechless. Still, he had to admit that the sight of her soft, delicate, charming figure wrapped in that thin skirt was indeed pleasing to the eye.
Fortunately, he still