The garden of the Princess's Residence.
It was early spring in February. 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 follows the heart." After several months of cultivation, his entire bearing had visibly changed. The otherworldly air of the Iceberg Sword Immortal had reemerged, even revealing some of the composure 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, his bearing still made her seem like a junior. Over the past few months, her best friend had grown so rapidly with the help of Power-Leveling, like a cultivation machine, that she too felt the pressure. Lately, she had been cultivating diligently to avoid falling too far behind.
Fair-skinned, beautiful, buxom Duoduo sat beside them to complete the Three Talents Formation, visibly a little distracted. She was wondering whether she ought to prepare a banquet. Otherwise, how would she romp around and cop a feel when Young Master Xie came over tonight? He had already kissed her cheek during the day. Tonight, surely he would feed her wine mouth-to-mouth...
Perhaps noticing Duoduo's distraction, Nangong Ye reminded her in an ethereal voice:
"Still your breath and focus your mind. Don't let your thoughts wander."
"Oh..."
Duoduo quickly lifted her head, straightened her chest, and sat properly, 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, he had exercised