The sky was beginning to lighten when Chen Li awoke.
He shifted the arm that was entwined with his.
Looking at his wife and concubine, Haitang, who was still in the embrace of deep sleep next to him, his mind was filled with countless thoughts.
Zhou Hong was forty this year, yet still only at the eighth level of Qi Cultivation, with her hopes of Foundation Establishment growing increasingly dim.
Even Zhang Shuniang, who had somewhat better talent, was now approaching her thirties, still lingering at the seventh level, with similarly slim prospects!
He let out a small sigh.
He cast a Cleaning Skill on himself to remove the lingering odors and picked up his robe, dressing neatly.
He stepped out of the bedroom and saw Bai Wei and a rough-looking maid sorting herbs in the storeroom. A thought crossed his mind, and he beckoned her over. Bai Wei quickly put down the herbs she was holding and trotted over, "Master, do you have any instructions?"
