"Ah? Hmm... alright..."
Yang Yuelian instinctively covered her mouth and nose, her expression momentarily delighted before she feigned an indifferent demeanor.
This brat still has a bit of conscience...
...
The night passed without a word.
The previous night, the stars shone brightly, so the next day was naturally sunny.
Meng Chuan rubbed his somewhat sore waist and leaned back to stretch his body.
Then he sat up from the bed and assumed a posture to introspect his Primordial Spirit.
Deep within the Primordial Spirit, the Tao Heart remained like a cluster of azure blue clouds, wrapped in three-colored stripes.
Aside from that, surrounding it was a cluster of large pink mist and a ring of small green fog.
The former was collected resentment, and the latter was bewilderment.
Meng Chuan communicated with his Tao Heart, once again confirming the amount of collected resentment, enough for comprehending an ultimate technique.
