Chuntang had just finished arranging the chores and entered the inner courtyard when she spotted Chen Mu carrying her young mistress into the room.
A host of embarrassing scenes flashed through her mind, and she spat inwardly:
Shameless! All he knows to do when he comes back is ravage her!
But dusk was approaching, and the wind and snow were growing fiercer.
She still sent the maids to fetch hot water, preparing to wait outside the door.
Yet Chen Mu did not close the door after entering.
Though he had missed her, he was in no mood for intimacy.
Instead, he merely asked A-Ning about the recent changes in the city since his departure.
He also asked about her cultivation and her cold affliction.
Seeing that Chen Mu was not getting frisky, A-Ning breathed a great sigh of relief.
It was not that she disliked being intimate with him.
As people said, newlyweds were the most reluctant to part.
But after their hasty wedding two days earlier, Chen Mu had put her through a merciless night, then left a note and departed in the morning.
He had not seen how A-Ning slept until noon before waking, her body feeling as though it would fall apart.
That was why she feared he would get carried away again, leaving her struggling to get out of bed and giving that wicked girl Chuntang something to laugh about.
Chen Mu had no idea she harbored such worries.
After asking about her recent progress in cultivation, he felt somewhat reassured.
Releasing his divine sense, he could feel that magic power had already gathered inside A-Ning.
Chen Mu now understood something of how those in the Mystic Sect cultivated.
This stage should count as qi induction.
For an ordinary person to reach this stage, they would