Summer passed and winter came. It was November. Cloud Mountain Parlour, which was already in chaos, welcomed the first cold wave this year.
Late at night, the cold wind blew and snowflakes danced. The room was warm.
Luo Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, glanced at the swaying shadows beside her. A trace of helplessness appeared on the corner of her lips. Although her husband was very protective of his wife and concubine, he was too good at tormenting them.
She had met many Dao companions in Ze Kingdom. Most of them would occasionally dual cultivate to relieve the boredom of cultivation. However, this person worked hard day and night and never got tired of it.
Sometimes, when she looked at her husband, she felt her limbs go weak and her legs go numb.
"Qing'er." The voice sounded.
