Returning from the great hall, Gu Xun'er pushed open the door and saw Hun Changqing sleeping soundly on the disheveled bed. She froze at first, then the impatient heat in her eyes slowly faded. With a casual motion, she closed the open door.
Gu Xun'er walked softly to the bedside, reached out her delicate hand, and stroked Hun Changqing's serene, exquisitely beautiful face. A tenderness that had not appeared in her eyes for who knew how many years surfaced as she murmured.
"If only you could always be as obedient as you are right now."
Half a year later.
Beneath an ancient, towering tree in the Gu Clan's Martial Arts Arena, a young man of about eighteen reclined lazily. He wore plain white robes, his long, ink-black hair tied high with a red ribbon, and his features were exquisitely beautiful.
A faintly cold aura lingered around him, but it was far from powerful. In fact, it was pitifully weak, only around the level of a Dou Zhe. For someone his age to possess only Dou Zhe strength was exceedingly rare within a terrifying power like the Gu Clan. To put it bluntly, anyone who saw him could call him a piece of trash.
His half-open eyes gazed at the group of boys and girls on the distant central sparring platform, where they unleashed colorful, dazzling Dou Techniques one after another. A depth utterly at odds with his age and strength flashed through his eyes.
He was none other than Hun Changqing, whom Gu Xun'er had abducted and brought back to the Gu Clan. After that first agonizing month, every time he saw Gu Xun'er approaching with a sway of her voluptuous, proud figure, a chill ran through his heart.
And seeing the heat in Gu Xun'er's eyes, which had never