The sun had completely set over the Azure Sword Sect, and the master courtyard was bathed in the soft, warm glow of luminous night-pearls.
Inside the main bedchamber, the air was thick with the scent of crushed sandalwood and rare, soothing spiritual herbs.
Yan Shuo was currently lying face-down on the massive warm jade bed. He was entirely stripped to the waist, wearing only a pair of loose, white silk trousers. The dark, ancient array runes of his sealed Heavenly Dao curse were completely invisible beneath his pale, flawless skin, safely locked away by Tantai Zhi's supreme Yin ice.
He rested his chin on a soft pillow, letting out a slow, deeply relaxed exhale.
Doctor Hua was a genius, Yan Shuo thought pragmatically. I must remember to spare his valley when I eventually conquer the continent.
The heavy wooden doors of the bedchamber slowly clicked shut.
Yan Shuo turned his head slightly.
