Half past nine.
Lu Jin'an, having changed into clean clothes, walked out the front door of the bathroom, his face slightly pale as he leaned against the doorframe with one hand.
Tired, naturally not, but Senior Sister... she wanted too much.
Although mentally prepared long ago, Senior Sister needed far too much Origin for her breakthrough.
The half-demon identity was only part of the reason; more importantly, her demon clan bloodline came from the Black Phoenix.
Although it consumed so much, it was... worth it!
The proud expression of Senior Sister, showing a subtle mix of grievance and elegance under the influence of various tools... enough to be remembered for a lifetime.
"Master, are you okay?"
The little Zhiyu, who had reverted to her young girl form, carefully supported Lu Jin'an's arm, swallowing instinctively.
She couldn't forget Master Qingyue's watermelon-like belly even now...
"It's nothing."
