At night, the crystal lamp swayed. Bamboo shadows intertwined in the hazy gauze curtain. From time to time, there was the sound of bamboo joints flapping. Only when the gauze curtain gradually condensed into mist did the mottled shadows of the lamp return to normal.
The flames that were triggered during the day were released a little now.
Shen Ping was half lying on the jade bed, hugging the beauty in his arms. His eyes were deep in thought.
With Fairy Luo Xia's participation and the support of the Cloud Sword Sect, the development of the True Treasure Pavilion in Sword Seal City would be much smoother. Moreover, they could form a caravan to go to Penglai Immortal City to open up the market. Therefore, as long as there was no movement from the Black Tiger King, he could cultivate in peace and study the Beast Scripture.
