Time always flew by during cultivation. When Ye Yinzhu finally felt the fluctuation of Zhu Douqi after rotating through the three Weekly Heavenly Circuits, his mind told him that someone had entered the room.
Taking a deep breath, he guided the hard-earned Zhu Douqi into his Dantian and opened his eyes.
It was Haiyang who came in. The sky outside was already somewhat dark, and since there were only the two of them, Haiyang didn't bother to hide her beautiful face with the glow of the Snow Dragon Leopard. She was holding a large bowl in her hands, her careful and focused demeanor was pronounced.
"Haiyang, you look worn out." Looking at her somewhat pale face, Ye Yinzhu felt a warmth in his heart. She had been the one taking care of him throughout these past days, physically and mentally exhausted in a way she, a Marshal's granddaughter, had never experienced before. Yet, she never complained, always watching over him. How could Ye Yinzhu fail to appreciate such devotion?