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The night was deep and endless.
"Ah... Master Zhou Hao..."
From within a room, the exalted cry of a woman faintly escaped, merging with the ambiguous night, provoking boundless imaginations.
After the event, there existed an indescribable emptiness. Zhou Hao sat on the edge of the bed, smoking, while Yang Yingying nestled herself against his back and whispered, "What's wrong, Master Zhou Hao? You seem to be in a bad mood."
Zhou Hao asked, "You can tell?"
"Of course," replied Yang Yingying. "I've liked you, Master Zhou Hao, for a long time."
Zhou Hao scoffed coldly, "If you truly liked me, you wouldn't have dalliances with other men."
Yang Yingying faltered, unable to voice a response. In Sky Sword Sect, her reputation for being flirtatious was already well-known. As for why Zhou Hao ended up together with Yang Yingying, only he himself knew.
Ignoring the awkward Yang Yingying, Zhou Hao asked, "Is Fang Yi really making a breakthrough to the Heavenly Level?"
