The garden of the Princess's Residence.
It was the New Year in the second month. Greenery flourished by the lake, and buds had already sprouted on the flowering branches.
Nangong Ye sat cross-legged on the Lakeside Terrace in a plain white dress. Although he still wore his disciple's face, as the saying went, "appearance springs from the heart." After several months of cultivation, his bearing had changed noticeably. His aloof, otherworldly sword immortal demeanor had emerged once more, even revealing some of the steadiness and restraint befitting the Cinnabar Cauldron Sect Leader.
Zhao Ling sat cross-legged beside him in a court dress. Although she was the same age as Linghu Qingmo, the contrast still made her seem like a junior. In recent months, her best friend had been improving too quickly, like a cultivation machine with someone leveling him up. She felt the pressure too and had been cultivating diligently lately to avoid falling too far behind.
Fair-skinned, beautiful, generously endowed Duoduo sat beside them to complete the Three Talents Formation, clearly somewhat distracted. She was wondering whether she ought to prepare the wine banquet. Otherwise, how would she fool around and cop a feel when Young Master Xie came over tonight? He had already kissed her cheek during the day; surely tonight he ought to feed her wine from his mouth...
Perhaps noticing Duoduo's distraction, Nangong Ye reminded her in an ethereal voice:
"Calm your breath and focus your mind. Stop letting your thoughts wander."
"Oh..."
Duoduo quickly straightened her back and lifted her chest, resuming her breathing exercises.
Although Nangong Ye looked focused, his own mind was actually somewhat unsettled. After all, Yellow Hair had been raiding his boudoir every night lately, insisting on holding him as he slept.
Afraid of letting Momo's body grow accustomed to it,