In his haze, Chen Wei felt a wave of bliss wash over his entire body.
It was like sweet rain after a long drought, like fresh shoots sprouting from withered wood.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, the faint sounds of the Dao echoed, their lingering resonance so intoxicating he never wanted to leave. All around him was the scent of warm, soft jade, though those tender sensations carried a hint of possessiveness.
Chen Wei's eyes snapped open.
Gauzy bed curtains greeted his eyes, and the fragrance of peach blossoms lingered at his nose-the scented powder Yang Chan loved to use.
There was no need to guess.
Unless something unexpected had happened, he was definitely in Yang Chan's bed.
Chen Wei sat up. His memories still stopped at the moment their Dao Fruits had left their bodies and mingled. Back then, a lash from Yang Chan's Dao Fruit had left his consciousness blurred. Thinking back now, how had that been tribulation aura entering her body and making her lose control?
Clearly, Yang Chan had turned the scheme to her own advantage, using the tribulation aura as an excuse to stage a fine little performance of inviting him into the trap.
Chen Wei was not annoyed.
Yang Chan had always been used to getting her way. Besides, she would never harm him, and countless immortals across the Three Realms would have lined up for a chance at this and still never gotten it.
Chen Wei calculated the time on his fingers. A full thirty years had passed in the mortal world.
But he was, after all, an immortal ranked among the golden immortals. To mortals, thirty years meant being halfway into the grave; to immortals, it was merely enough time for a nap or a stint in seclusion.
Chen Wei quickly