Shaking his head, Lin Mo stepped into the water, ensuring he sat on the opposite side of the expansive pool.
The moment he submerged, a profound, bone-melting sigh escaped his lips.
The water was incredibly hot but not to the point that it would sting or burn him. Its essence seemed to penetrate deep into his muscles, carrying the soothing, orderly essence of starlight and the revitalizing, majestic warmth of dragon qi.
The exhaustion of the day, the lingering mental strain and the residual stress of his day-to-day life were immediately drawn out of his pores.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the smooth jade edge.
For several minutes, the only sound in the pavilion was the gentle swishing of the water and the rustling of the artificial bamboo.
"You are tense," Wu Meiyu observed quietly.
