The next day, dawn had barely broken.
Clutching his aching lower back, Yang Ming practically crawled out of bed.
Looking back at the faces of Ning Rongrong and the other three women peeking out from beneath the covers, all wearing satisfied smiles, Yang Ming could not help feeling his teeth ache.
People said women were wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and could suck up dirt while sitting on the ground at fifty, but these four women were truly terrifying. They had nearly made Yang Ming question his entire life. Had he not been in his prime, strong and vigorous, they might have sucked him dry by now.
"Good thing I ate all that nourishing food last night. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have lasted!"
With mixed feelings, Yang Ming dressed and entered the meditation room.
He was already exhausted and feeling a little weak, so he would skip his morning training today.
Yang Ming waved his hand, and a silent rift opened in the space behind him. He reached into the Six Paths Reincarnation World and groped around for a while before finally catching the restless Golden Dragon Spear and pulling it out.
The Golden Dragon Spear possessed considerable sentience. Even inside the Six Paths Reincarnation World, it had never stopped causing trouble, darting all over the place and making Yang Ming expend quite a bit of effort.
Looking down at the spear still humming incessantly in his hand, Yang Ming grew thoughtful.
It was a double-ended spear, with a translucent quality to the sharp edges of both spearheads. Nearly five meters long, it shone a brilliant gold from end to end. Faint dragon-shaped patterns flickered across its shaft, appearing intermittently rather than remaining visible, shimmering on its surface with a peculiar luster.
On the journey back, Yang Ming had