When Lin Changheng emerged from Yan Mingyi's boudoir, he felt exceptionally refreshed.
Coupled with the satisfaction of his increased cultivation, the comfort was simply unparalleled.
"Why not rest a little longer?"
Lin Changheng had just sat down in the courtyard and brewed himself a pot of tea. Before he could pour it, Yan Mingyi emerged, fully dressed but still flushed, looking radiant after his tender attentions, her gait slightly awkward.
"After all these years, I've fought hundreds of battles. Brother Lin has long since trained and tempered me."
Yan Mingyi smiled alluringly, even venturing some bedroom banter. "Let me, Brother Lin."
The teapot Lin Changheng had just lifted was gently taken from his hand, and she poured for him.
"You, honestly..."
Watching the tea arc into his cup, Lin Changheng rubbed his nose. Hundreds of battles? Was I really that lustful?
Then he smiled in acceptance. He was already seventy-four, yet he could still gallop across the battlefield, his vigor undiminished. Surely that was something to take pride in.
Yan Mingyi sat down opposite him and turned to business. "Brother Lin, Senior Mo sent a letter while you were in seclusion."
With a brush of her hand across her Storage Bag, an intact letter flew out, its restriction still in place.
"Oh? Let me see."
Lin Changheng smiled and took it to read, asking as he did, "Did anyone else come looking for me?"
"Yes."
Yan Mingyi smiled. She was not merely Lin Changheng's concubine, but also the "chief steward" of his cave abode. "Senior Lü Tong from next door came to visit. He wanted to ask whether you had gathered all the main ingredients for the [Foundation Establishment Pill]."
"Cook Zeng also came, but when I told him you were in seclusion, he didn't come inside. He gave me