The warm jade bed in the master courtyard was usually a place of absolute, soothing comfort. But as Yan Shuo slowly drifted awake from his healing nap, the first thing he noticed was that the air in the room felt incredibly thick.
It wasn't the usual, refreshing mountain breeze. The air was heavy, warm, and practically buzzing with trapped spiritual energy.
Yan Shuo slowly opened his eyes.
The heavy silk curtains surrounding the bed were drawn tightly shut. The windows were sealed. Glowing along the baseboards of the room were three newly activated, supreme-tier isolation arrays. And burning in a small bronze censer by the door was a stick of deep red incense that smelled distinctly of sweet lotus and... Dragon-Blood Passion Root?
Yan Shuo's pragmatic mind instantly snapped to full attention. Why in the Heavens is someone burning dual-cultivation incense in my bedroom?
