A long while later, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased.
Chen Yu Yan, having recovered a bit of her strength, shyly pulled the silk quilt over her body. Two faint blushes still lingered on her fair, delicate face, a picture of exquisite beauty.
A spring morning is all too short.
Chen Yu Yan felt she had already been inside for quite some time. Besides, another disciple was serving as a Guest Reception Disciple with her outside, and it wouldn't be right to leave them hanging, so she urged him to get up repeatedly.
Fang Cheng, however, lingered, lazing in bed and holding the beautiful woman tightly, refusing to get up. He showed none of the dignity expected of a Life Soul True Man.
After two such days of leisurely romance, the Nine Truths Dharma Assembly convened as scheduled.
That evening.
The sky was on the cusp of darkness. A dusky yellow light enveloped the world, shrouding everything in a hazy glow.
