In the bedchamber.
Clothes and skirts were flying all over the room.
Occasionally, the sharp sound of fabric ripping could be heard.
Luo Xiu suddenly yanked Mu Yueqing in front of him, ruthlessly tearing apart her shimmering silver dress.
Yet despite being treated like this, Mu Yueqing remained expressionless, her teeth clenched in silence.
She didn't resist, nor could she, as Luo Xiu had already forcibly set a Divine Consciousness Forbidden on her.
She was as quiet as a puppet, so calm it was frightening.
Only two lines of silent tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.
...
A long time after.
Mu Yueqing lay on the bed like a heap of mud, paralyzed.
Luo Xiu sat cross-legged beside her, channeling qi as if no one else was there.
As the dense moonlight was absorbed and combined with his own yang essence, the Fortune-Forming Power in his dantian, which had been depleted, regained its full state.
