Wang Miaojun did not turn Xiao Mo down.
They drank with their arms linked, and Xiao Mo's spirits soared.
With such a gentle, considerate woman by his side, Xiao Mo was naturally more than pleased.
They stopped fooling around and sat together in the courtyard, sipping sweet wine.
The pace of life slowed once again.
Xiao Mo planned to stay at the Wang Residence for a dozen days or so before returning to Jia Nan Academy.
Perhaps even a month or two.
On the path of cultivation, what mattered most was one's temperament.
Relying on external aids was bound to come at a price.
To truly possess strength, one had to have the patience to persevere.
So Xiao Mo was in no hurry. Whatever happened, he was already a two-star Dou Wang.
Strength like his was rare throughout the Jia Ma Empire.
That night, Xiao Mo rested with Wang Miaojun.
As he gazed at the stars filling the sky, peace settled over his heart.
He already possessed the strength of a Dou Wang. Perhaps reaching Dou Di was not impossible after all.
But Xiao Mo had to find out exactly what had happened before he transmigrated from Blue Star.
An ominous feeling always lingered in his heart.
To discover the truth, Xiao Mo had to reach the level of a Dou Di.
The road stretched endlessly ahead, long and distant...
Xiao Mo would climb to the very pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent, one step at a time.
With these worries on his mind, Xiao Mo drifted off to sleep without realizing it...
When he woke again, it was already eight in the morning.
Wang Miaojun was still nestled in Xiao Mo's arms. He did not wake her, instead tucking the quilt around her.
Then he got up to wash.