Only a dim yellow Soul Tool bedside lamp lit the master bedroom of the luxurious suite.
Warm, soft light filled the spacious bedroom, quiet and languid, suffused with wisps of intimacy.
Tang Qingye reclined against the soft headboard, a thin shirt draped loosely over his shoulders, its front half open, fully revealing his tall, firm physique and cleanly defined muscles.
His fingertips lightly turned the pages of a top-secret document from the Sun Moon Secret Vault, a pinnacle creation made by the former father of Soul Tools. Even now, only a few such devices were publicly known to exist. He had traded a Black Dragon Pill to the dean for it.
The pill's surface was smooth and lustrous. A golden current churned within it; on closer inspection, that current had actually condensed into a tiny golden dragon, dancing and circling.
Making a pill by hand with the Golden Dragon King's power posed no difficulty, but it was enough to let the recipient take the next step.
In his view, it was a win-win deal. He did not even need to guess to know that Tang Qingye must have prepared this item for his wife. After all, both its appearance and its capabilities suited her perfectly.
And to thank the Ice-Fire Dragon Souls for their help, Tang Qingye had steeled himself and taken them under his command. The Seed of the Holy Spirit gained two more powerful beings, and it could be considered another kind of rebirth for them.
Had a certain pair of foolish tigers not acquired a trace of the Golden Dragon King's aura, they would already have been sprawled on the ground, panting. Only Jiu'er, who came from another plane, could disregard the bloodline risk.
The two little dragons had only the intelligence of children. They played with