"She cooked for me?" A hint of amusement appeared in Xiao Yan's eyes, but he did not return to the Thatched Cottage. Instead, he closed his eyes and began cultivating.
Daily cultivation was indispensable. A true expert never forgot to cultivate, no matter what realm they reached.
From his very first day in this world, Xiao Yan had understood clearly that wealth and authority were hollow things. Only strength could truly determine a person's standing here.
Once you possessed overwhelming strength, those things would come to you of their own accord.
The same held true for women. If Xiao Yan were merely a lowly Dou Zhe, even if he won these women's hearts, he would have struggled to keep them by his side.
More likely, he would simply have been overlooked like any passing stranger.
With that, his mind swiftly settled into stillness as he quietly sensed the Dou Qi flowing slowly through his body.
The night was cool, the stars scattered pinpricks of light. A distant breeze swept into the basin, stirring the lush flowers and grasses into waves of color, while the air swirled throughout the basin with the sweet breath of life.
Xiao Yi Xian sat blankly on her little bed, her snowy-white chin resting lightly on her knees as she gazed quietly at the bowl of porridge on a small table nearby.
A gentle breeze drifted into the room and brushed her skin, bringing a refreshing coolness mingled with the fragrant vitality of flowers and grass.
"Why hasn't that bastard come back yet? I've already cooked for him."
"Right, he's a Dou Huang expert. He probably stopped needing food ages ago." She wrinkled her pert little nose in frustration, then quietly turned her gaze toward the distant mountains outside the window.
That should have been where