That dream gave him quite a fright. After a round of heavy sweating, he was now fairly sober. His head was still throbbing, but most of the intoxication was now gone after a circulation of origin power.

Among past matters at the Yellow Springs, this incident left the deepest impression. Thinking back on it, Zhang Jing’s demeanor, actions, and even her expressions returned vividly—he hadn’t forgotten anything despite the many years that had passed by; these memories were all buried in his heart.

Song Zining was stunned when he recalled Qianye’s words from last night. He then jumped up in fury, shouting, “Nonsense! Absolute rubbish!”

But that chest of Zhang Jing that would wiggle thrice with each step swayed vividly within his eyes.

But this was the seventh young master we were talking about. He took a deep breath and circulated his origin power, sweeping away the discomfort in his body and calming his heart like a frozen lake.

He broke into a laugh as he muttered to himself, “This lass, I almost fell for her trick, the same goes for that idiot...