Danxia's Ceremony
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Night fell.
Inside the house, the brocade-white patterns woven by the Immortal Crane's waves undulated under the light of the crystal lamp.
Shen Ping stood beside the wooden bed expressionlessly and looked at this delicate woman. He frowned. After several days of waiting, he could see that Luo Qing's emotions had already calmed down. But he did not gain much from the conversation in the quiet room. He did not intend to make her open her heart with words. He just wanted to see if there was any further possibility.
From the looks of it, the possibility was very small.
"Third level of Qi Refinement. Exotic Bloodline. Forget it, after half a hundred years of lifespan has passed, I'll send her back to the Ze Kingdom if there's a chance." He sighed in his heart.
Shen Ping no longer hesitated. He casually pulled off the brocade-white dudou and placed it under Luo Qing. Soon, the wooden board swayed gently.