Lin Changheng nodded slightly. "I am aware of your talent in the Talisman Dao, but your cultivation is what's fundamental. You mustn't neglect it."
"I understand."
And so, the two sat by the window, sipping tea and talking softly.
They spoke mostly of everyday matters and their insights on cultivation. When the recent incident with the Qiu Family Ancestor came up, they only touched on it briefly, never delving deep.
As the night deepened, Lin Changheng rose to his feet. With a gentle pull, he drew her soft, fragrant body into his arms.
Tantai Feiyue leaned obediently against his firm chest, listening to the strong, slightly quickened beat of his heart. She soaked in his reassuring warmth and scent, then felt his mischievous hands begin to wander.
Once again, they proved the old adage: absence makes the heart grow fonder.
...
「A few days later.」
Lin Changheng first went to visit the Ink Master.
