Fang Ruoxue stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the red BMW sedan disappear into the night, her gaze becoming increasingly complex.
She turned back to glance at Zhou Yao on the bed and sighed silently, her heart full of guilt.
"I'm sorry, husband."
"I did all this for you."
"..."
After a long time, she finally composed herself, got onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating, her body exuding a misty aura.
As the Yang Essence within was absorbed and transformed into pure True Qi rushing into the Dantian, she suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of ecstasy revealing in her expression.
"I never thought, in my lifetime, I could touch the bottleneck of the Golden Core Realm Great Perfection."
"Just one more session with that little bastard, and I'll probably break through the Golden Core Realm and officially step into the Nascent Soul Realm."
Suddenly, she was very much looking forward to the next meeting with Sun Zhe.
