On the shores of Heavenly Crimson Lake, spirit energy was no issue for Jiang Chen, unlike a certain Han Shuang. The beautiful and usually spirited sectmistress had recently become increasingly mysterious.
Jiang Huan was away almost all year round, so the young lord had no choice but to personally keep tabs on her to prevent her from stepping out of bounds and attracting the godking’s wrath.
No matter her schemes, his own plans came first and foremost. Not even she could be allowed to disrupt them.
He wanted to spend the next six decades peacefully, right up to the start of the godking conference.