The next day, the sky rarely showed a few strands of sunlight.
With no one else spying, Lin Yuan resumed his cultivation and returned to the right path. Waking up, he felt fresh and invigorated.
The sense of fulfillment from his advancement appeared once again.
On the bed, Lin Yuan squeezed the large snowball, the abundant feeling almost making him feel elated.
"Annoying!" Zhu Lingshan muttered.
She gently patted Lin Yuan's palm; the two had cultivated together for a long time last night, and even now, she felt her body was still soft and somewhat sleepy.
"Hahahaha."
Lin Yuan laughed heartily, rubbed the soft jade again, then reluctantly released his wolfish claws and got off the bed.
Leaving the room, the sunlight shone over, green leaves emerged from the white snow, and the winter plum blossomed enduring the cold, adding much beauty.
Meanwhile, Xiaoyun had already led a group of servants, waiting respectfully, preparing Lin Yuan's robe and serving him for washing up.
