"Princely Heir, are you okay?"
Cheng Guang heard Qing Luan's slow and gentle voice, and the fatigue in his heart from cultivating had also eased a bit.
"I'm fine."
Outside the room, Qing Luan, having received Cheng Guang's response, slowly pushed open the door, looking at him.
"Princely Heir, why have you been staying in your room for several days without going out?"
"I saw that you were cultivating, so I didn't come to disturb you..."
"The Wife of Crown Prince said she wanted to return to the Taihao Sword Sect for a visit and planned to bring you along, Princely Heir, but since you had not ended your retreat, I didn't bother you."
"Now that you're out, I'll go tell the Wife of Crown Prince."
Saying this, Qing Luan was about to walk outside.
Listening to Qing Luan, Cheng Guang was almost dumbfounded.
He had originally thought that he had only cultivated overnight.
But from what Qing Luan implied, it seemed that it had been more than just one night???
