That night, Cao Jinxing stayed at the Cloud-Swallowing Mist-Spitting Tower.
Qin Xuanji wished she could move every fine thing in her bedchamber over. All manner of jade screens and rare ornaments flowed into the training room. It would have been one thing if she were merely decorating her training room, but a man from outside the island had moved in with great fanfare today. Who all this was for went without saying.
Qin Xuanji did not care what anyone said, but Qin Xuanque could not stand watching any longer.
It was not that Cao Jinxing was unworthy. Given those three treasures, even if Qin Xuanji emptied her bedchamber, they could simply furnish it again. The Qin Family lacked no money, and their storerooms were full of treasures. But she could not disregard her reputation.
After much persuasion, Qin Xuanque finally talked Qin Xuanji out of adding more furniture. After delivering the medicine, she reluctantly left with her eldest sister.
Cao Jinxing smiled helplessly at the transformed training room and quietly focused on healing and cultivating.
Ding Yanrong's prescription was good. It truly worked.
Cao Jinxing sat cross-legged on a rush cushion and closed his eyes, circulating his Primordial Chaos True Qi through a full cycle to help the medicine nourish his eight extraordinary meridians.
He could see that things on Mist-Flow Island seemed rather grim.
Someone wanted to strike at Mist-Flow Island while Qin Zhaonan was in seclusion. Tianxin Island was certainly not the only one, nor was the Huang Family their only enemy.
Who in the entire East Sea did not want a bite of the rich prize that was the third leading power?
In troubled times like these, the sooner his injuries healed, the more confidence he would have.
Cao Jinxing devoted himself to cultivating and recovering.
Meanwhile,