The next morning, in Medicine King Valley, it was still drizzling outside, but the moment Shen Qiang opened his eyes in the room, what he saw beside him was Baihua Palace Master Weisheng Zhimei, her skin snow‑white and smooth like congealed cream, gazing at him with enchanting eyes full of happiness.
As one of the twelve Peak powerhouses of the Cultivation World, at this moment she no longer had the bearing of a strong, domineering woman at all; not only was she as charming as a little wife, but the way she pursed her lips in a secret smile, with her face flushed with shyness, was simply a completely different person from her usual self.
Shen Qiang smiled, wanting to speak.
The shy Weisheng Zhimei gently pressed her slender, snow‑white fingers to Shen Qiang's lips and murmured softly, "Shh, don't talk."
With that, she quietly rested her beautiful head on Shen Qiang's shoulder.
