Jiang Xue's Sacrifice and Request

That evening, while Lei Qi was cultivating, a faint sound came from outside the door.

Hearing it, Lei Qi deliberately asked in confusion, "Who is it?"

"Young Master Lei Qi. It's me."

Jiang Xue's gentle voice came through the door.

"Is something wrong?"

With hesitation and conflict in her eyes, Jiang Xue looked at Lei Qi. "I... I want to ask you for a favor..."

"Is it about the martial hall challenge?" Lei Qi asked.

"Yes... I know this puts you in a difficult position, but..." As she spoke, Jiang Xue moved closer.

Looking at Jiang Xue as she threw herself into his arms, Lei Qi still held back slightly. "You don't have to do this."

"I have nothing else to offer."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"???"

To be honest, even as Jiang Xue knelt beside the bed, she felt that something was off. Yet she could not say exactly what was wrong.

Still, although Lei Qi was somewhat reckless, she knew that he had agreed.

Their martial hall was still saved.

The next day, when Lei Qi woke up, warm sunlight was already pouring in through the window, scattering patches of light throughout the room.

After stretching lazily, Lei Qi rolled out of bed. As he moved, deep rumbles of thunder immediately echoed from within his body. It was a peculiar sound produced by the fusion of his muscles and elemental power, and along with it came waves of immensely powerful strength.

The softness beside him had long since disappeared. Just as Lei Qi was about to leave, the door was gently pushed open. Jiang Xue entered slowly with a basin of water in her hands, her bright eyes fixed on Lei Qi, a faint blush still lingering on her lovely face.

"Why didn't you rest a