Zhang Wei leaned against the doorframe, his gaze lingering on Chen Yulan, who was meticulously brushing her teeth for the second time that day.
The soft hum of the bathroom fan mixed with the distant sounds of the bustling household.
He had already changed into his morning attire, a sleek, traditional robe that accentuated his status.
"Are you done?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement and a hint of impatience.
The sight of her, so diligent over something as mundane as dental hygiene, amused him, yet his mind was elsewhere, scheming.
As he watched her slender hand move back and forth, a plan began to form in his mind. 'If I can gain twenty-five thousand points from her, simply because she possesses a heavenly spiritual root, what fortunes could Yue bring into my grasp? She's a top-level cultivator, after all,' he thought, the wheels turning.
[Quite a lot.]
