With Such Delights, One Can Truly Enjoy Life; Ye Jingang Pays a Visit

Radiance swirled, immortal light spilled down, and the blazing sun shone overhead.

Meanwhile, in his Sleeping Palace, Ye Tian was enjoying a soft, warm life of extravagant indulgence.

His head rested on Huang Ruoxi's two towering peaks. They were wonderfully warm and soft, with a milky fragrance wafting from them that soothed his body and soul. Pure bliss.

Huang Ruoxi adored her little master, too, doting on him endlessly and tending to him with all her heart.

Her slender, jade-like fingers, delicate as scallion shoots, peeled the spirit fruit before feeding it into Ye Tian's little mouth.

A jar of milky-white milk sat beside them. Whenever Ye Tian grew thirsty, all he needed to do was beckon.

Who wouldn't yearn for a life like this?

Even prodigies his age wouldn't dare slack off this much.

As the Young Master of a powerful faction, one was bound to shoulder weighty responsibilities, never neglecting cultivation or the affairs of one's Lineage.

But this little rascal Ye Tian simply washed his hands of everything.

To hell with cultivation and the Great Dao. To hell with Lineage affairs.

With an invincible background, he might as well sit back and enjoy himself.

Before long, Ye Tian let out a satisfied burp, narrowed his eyes, and buried his head between the peaks of Huang Ruoxi's chest, ready for a comfortable afternoon nap.

A life of milky bliss—now that was what he sought.

Huang Ruoxi gently stroked the back of Ye Tian's head. There wasn't a trace of embarrassment or anger on her exquisite face; instead, she looked utterly delighted.

She thought, Ah, my little master really has worn himself out lately.

He's barely finished his spirit fruit, and he already needs a nap.

*Of course. He embarked on cultivation at just one year old, and his