"No, I must deal with the aftereffects first before entering seclusion to break through."
After carefully assessing the condition of his body, Liu Yu frowned.
Then he left the pill-refining chamber and headed straight to the hall of his cave abode.
Rumble.
Amid the dull rumbling of the stone door opening, footsteps reached his ears.
Hearing the noise, his personal maid Gu Yueying, who had been sitting idly in the hall, immediately perked up and came to greet him.
"This servant pays her respects to the Ancestor. What are your instructions?"
After bowing respectfully, Gu Yueying asked softly.
Today, she wore a pink palace dress.
Her slender willow waist seemed too delicate to fill a single hand, and her face bore no makeup, looking both innocent and alluring.
She bent slightly at the waist, not daring to straighten without permission.
From Liu Yu's current angle, he could see her exquisite, snow-white collarbones perfectly.
Beneath them lay broad stretches of lovely scenery, along with a mountain path that was just under half exposed.
Perhaps because the cultivation art's aftereffects had flared up, Liu Yu's gaze instantly locked onto those few crucial places.
He felt the imbalance of yin-yang qi within him grow even worse.
Because the gulf between their fundamental life essences was so vast, Gu Yueying's body appeared rather impure to him upon closer inspection.
But at this moment, perhaps he could overlook that?
With my current bodily strength, a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator wouldn't endure much exertion. She couldn't alleviate the aftereffects at all.
His expression solemn, Liu Yu barely suppressed the aftereffects as he thought to himself.
With a female cultivator's keen intuition, Gu Yueying vaguely sensed her master's current condition.
What a good opportunity, she thought. Two rosy clouds soon appeared on her cheeks, and her gaze