Zhu Minglang pretended he neither heard nor saw, maintaining even breathing as he gathered Spiritual Energy from the environment, nourishing his dragons...
Lan Zun Jiangque was painfully repressing herself.
Shame, anger, and much unwillingness—these days, she had always felt slap after burning slap in her dreams, awakening each time as if reliving it all over again.
Lan Zun was in a stagnant period of her cultivation; Heart Demons were breeding in her Divine Soul, and the experience of the night and the Wasted Moon had driven her completely into demonic madness, rendering her unable to cultivate any further.
Jiang Que was restless.
Zhu Minglang could feel her agitation.
Meng Bingci sat calmly, just speaking softly about the breathing technique, addressing Jiang Que, but also speaking to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang calmed his mind with Meng Bingci's voice, and Jiang Que beside him was no different from a noisy sparrow to him, no distraction at all.
