Huang Jing's family
Early in the morning, Xie Meiling fell asleep with a tired look, and Xie Qing himself, wearing a thin robe and holding a glass of wine, sat on the balcony, gazing at the stars in the sky.
"I... am still not satisfied..." he thought, scratching the back of his head.
Dragon's bloodline... it had its pros and cons simultaneously. A strong physical body seemed to be a hindrance in this situation, so even after a long and active session, Xie Qing remained unsatisfied.
"What a comedy..." he sighed.
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Early in the morning, Xie Qing went out to the garden and began his exercises. Was this at his level of cultivation? Of course not. However, it was part of his daily routine.
"Phew… phew…"
Doing push-ups on the grass, Xie Qing had already done two hundred. He was shirtless, which attracted the attention of the female servants.
"Phew!"
Getting up from the ground, Xie Qing blinked, seeing a towel extended towards him.