Within the Flood Dragon Carriage, after a brief conversation.
Chen Chan excused herself and returned to the inner chamber, her expression somewhat complicated, leaving only two maidservants to attend in the outer hall.
Seeing that she seemed weighed down with concerns, Chen Heng naturally would not rudely trouble her. He simply sat cross-legged on a cushion, gathered his mind, and silently circulated his profound art. Soon, he sank into a state of forgetting both himself and the world, immersed within it.
"..."
At this sight.
The two maidservants Chen Chan had left behind exchanged a glance, both feeling a little disappointed.
They were maidservants whom Chen Chan had carefully selected from among thousands since childhood. Each had studied Dao Arts and possessed cultivation.
Though called servants.
In truth, they could almost be considered extensions of Chen Chan's own hands and feet.
Had they not enjoyed Chen Chan's deep trust, they likely would never have been allowed to leave the Xiantian Demon Sect and attend her here.
Now that they knew Chen Heng's identity, understood that he not only cultivated at the Jade Dawn School but also had his name listed in the New Year's Day Appraisal, and shared such a connection with their mistress.
The two maidservants were naturally beside themselves with delight. Early on, they had changed their clothes and done their makeup, painting their brows and lips, their radiance like a startled swan, their pendants swirling like drifting snow.
At eighteen years of age, they were fitting choices among blossoms in their prime.
And in doing all this.
They naturally harbored intentions of their own.
Though Chen Chan valued them, at the end of the day, in terms of status, they were still mere servants without freedom. Chen Heng, meanwhile, possessed boundless potential and a limitless future, and