Within the palace hall.

Su Chen sat on the throne, silent and in deep thought.

He remained there, motionless, so immersed in his thoughts that he seemed to tune out everyone around him.

Li Chongshan called out Su Chen’s name a few times, but he only received a vague grumble in response.

Everyone knew that Su Chen was mulling over something complex, so they gave up on trying to get his attention.

This persisted all the way until dusk. Gu Qingluo walked over, sat down beside him, and softly said, “There are some things that you might not be able to understand just by thinking about it harder. Why don’t you take a break? Here, try some of this Clearheart Lotus Seed Porridge I made for you.”

Su Chen shook his head. “You know that this is not what I need.”

Gu Qingluo said with some displeasure, “I personally prepared this for you. Even if you don’t need it, you’re going to drink it.”

Su Chen chuckled wryly. “You probably made it like this, right?”

Flames casually leapt to life above his hand, heating the bowl of porridge in his hand and causing it to boil fiercely.

For cultivators like them, it was beyond trivial to personally prepare a bowl of porridge.

Gu Qingluo was extremely unsatisfied with his reply. “Oh, so the fact that I personally made the porridge for you isn’t enough? Do I have to exert myself until I’m exhausted to demonstrate my sincerity?”

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