The night passed in the blink of an eye.
The previous evening, too, was full of sudden gusts and halting rain, casting stark and trembling silhouettes of the trees in the throws of a violent battle.
Luckily, a soundproof barrier had been set up around the house; otherwise, the neighbours would most certainly have been disturbed by the noise.
"This shameless man...", lamented Xia Jingyan in the neighbouring bedroom, an annoyed flush spread across her face.
Even though this man was unusually talented and possessive, and loved his wives dearly, he was also persistently action-oriented.
Xia Jingyan, who had been a loose cultivator for many years, used to meet with others only once or twice a week, spending most of her time in strenuous practice or cultivating mystical abilities. There was no equivalent obsession for her as it was for him.
However, this man continuously worked day and night, never tiring, pouring an almost overwhelming amount of energy in nurturing his wives.
