Empress's bedchamber.
Everything was so tranquil, so disordered.
Hua Lianyue's cheeks were flushed with color, and within those peach blossom eyes, it seemed endless shyness was brewing, like petals of peach blossoms unfurling.
They were filled with boundless embarrassment and fury.
At this moment, however, Fang Yang closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes in his realm.
He could clearly feel that his strength had greatly increased and, most importantly, a five-colored lotus platform had suddenly emerged within his dantian.
This lotus platform, originally shrouded in the mists at the depths of the dantian and battered beyond recognition, was normally difficult to detect.
But now, as he and his fourth disciple engaged in intimate and intricate cultivation practices, the lotus platform seemed to have begun to mend itself.
It emitted a faint pink glow.
And this glow had also greatly enhanced his strength; even his formless demon body seemed to become more resilient.
