By the window, Ye Qian was cultivating, or more precisely using the surrounding minuscule Spiritual Energy to try to heal some of his ruptured dantian.
After some time, Ye Qian's brows twitched as his eyes opened in a fraction of a second with a spark of red in between them.
As if noticing something was off, Feifei poked her head out and looked at Ye Qian.
After a moment, she closed her eyes again and snuggled into Little Qiqi's neck.
Meanwhile, Ye Qian muttered.
"I know you will do something tomorrow, let's see what you can."
A cold sneer hung onto Ye Qian's lips as he muttered.
Just a moment ago, although the look in Ye Qian's eyes was similar to when he was lost control over his body, right now, he was completely in control of it and the person was indeed Ye Qian.
But there was a different side to him.
With that Ye Qian closed his eyes once again.
