Caroline had no perception of her surroundings.
She turned to lie on his chest, sleeping peacefully nurtured by the mana in the room, her brows and eyes free of exhaustion.
The warmth from the man's chest was overly comforting; she slept even more soundly.
In her deep slumber, it seemed as if time and space had reversed, and the next second she found herself in a majestic and spectacular temple.
Carved beams and painted rafters adorned the temple, each pillar of white jade intricately engraved with runes.
A woman clad in a blue gauze dress, her hair elegantly styled and fastened with a hairpin, a dragon-phoenix jade pendant hanging at her waist, entered the temple.
She bowed respectfully, "Master, today is New Year's Day in the Mortal Realm. I wish to go down the mountain to have a look, and I hope for your permission."
The man on the throne, dressed in a white robe and with a silver coronet on his head, said, "Go ahead."