Three days passed in a flash.

Early in the morning.

As Su Yi ate, he yawned repeatedly.

Cha Jin sat across from him, a resplendent smile on her beautiful face. Her entire body was practically glowing, and her charm was obvious to anyone who saw her. 

“Young Lord, this is the ginseng soup I made last night. Have a bit more; it’ll do your body good.” Cha Jin laughed and filled his bowl to the brim. 

Su Yi picked it up and drained it in a single gulp. Once he’d eaten and drank his fill, he rubbed his forehead, glanced at Cha Jin, and said seriously, “Last night, I wasted far too much time and energy teaching you that dual-cultivation technique. It might have looked like you seized the upper hand, but that was just to help you comprehend this secret art’s profundities. Whatever you do, don’t overthink it.” 

Who knows what she was thinking, but Cha Jin suddenly flushed bright red. She lowered her head and murmured, “Young Lord, I’m not overthinking anything, I just wouldn’t have guessed that such shameful acts could actually help in one’s cultivation, which is why I…. I didn’t sleep at all last night….” 

Her voice gradually trailed off, and by the end, she was as quiet as a mosquito. Her charming face was as red as the sunrise, and even the snow-white skin of...