With Ling Qingzhu interfering, Hun Changqing and Qingtan could no longer be bothered to return to their room. They simply sat beneath the tree in the courtyard and cultivated.
Before long, both had entered a state of complete absorption. Two streams of cold air drifted from their bodies and intertwined overhead without the slightest resistance, as though their auras were a match made in heaven.
The sight was painfully jarring to Ling Qingzhu, and her delicate hands clenched.
In the end, however, she did nothing irrational. She merely turned and left with a dark expression.
Her departure did not disturb Hun Changqing or Qingtan. They remained immersed in their cultivation.
The next day, Qingtan was nowhere to be seen beneath the tree, leaving Hun Changqing alone.
He was not meditating, however. Instead, he leaned against the tree with a wine flask in hand, drinking by himself. His languid expression and sleepy eyes gave him a rather carefree air.
During his time in Flame City, he had tried wine by chance and fallen in love with it. Brewed from spiritual ingredients containing considerable energy, it easily left him pleasantly tipsy, especially since he never used Yuan Force to dispel its effects.
The sensation was wonderfully relaxing. After every cultivation session, he would drink a few flasks to temporarily forget the frustration of his lost memories.
Just then, a hazy figure suddenly appeared in his already slightly blurred vision.
Only as the figure slowly approached did he recognize Ling Qingzhu, who had accompanied them to the Lin Family the day before.
This woman was troublesome. To some extent, she was also the reason he was drinking today.
Ling Qingzhu's expression was cool, her eyes calm and unruffled. None of yesterday's tangled emotions and anxious uncertainty remained.
After finding a guest room