"Young master, please spare me. Let me rest a moment, just a moment..."
Ye Qingcheng finally could not hold out any longer. She begged for mercy, hoping for a little respite.
In his previous life, Chen Mu had often heard the saying: an ox could be worked to death, but a field could never be plowed to ruin.
That saying clearly did not apply to cultivators, especially not to him.
Whether it was his physique, bloodline, bones, or sinews, Chen Mu had long since reached the pinnacle of the Great Cang World. Not only did he show no sign of exhaustion, he grew more vigorous with every round!
Still, since Ye Qingcheng had begged for mercy, Chen Mu showed tenderness toward his delicate beauty. He rolled off her and lay flat on the bed, savoring the experience.
"Thank you, young master..."
Ye Qingcheng lay facedown on the bed and glanced sideways at him. Her once-clear eyes were now somewhat unfocused, rolling slightly upward.
Even her voice sounded weak and breathless.
"Weren't you acting awfully bold just now?" Chen Mu teased.
He had no intention of blaming Ye Qingcheng for overstepping her place. On the contrary, seeing such a different side of her felt wonderfully novel.
"I know I was wrong." Ye Qingcheng admitted her mistake without hesitation, terrified of losing consciousness again.
She could no longer remember how many times she had blacked out.
Chen Mu took out an Ice Silkworm Silk Handkerchief and wiped away her beads of sweat, then covered her with the quilt so she could rest properly.
Ye Qingcheng murmured an acknowledgment and drifted peacefully to sleep.
She would skip the Trial Tower and cultivation in the Thousandfold Space today.
As a Great Emperor, she could absorb spiritual qi to quickly dispel her fatigue and recover