Chen Yi slowly walked out of Medicine Temple. Though he had lost an arm, his spirit and demeanor seemed as though he were basking in a spring breeze.
Having gathered four pieces of True Yuan, Chen Yi calculated with his fingers. His cultivation realm was now capable of ascending to the Core Formation Realm. He wondered, when the painstakingly diligent Yin Weiyin learned of this, what he might feel.
The price had been steep, but ultimately, the harvest had been abundant.
What's more, it was exhilarating.
Chen Yi briefly reminisced about the flavors of that temple.
Zhu E, though seductive, ultimately didn't compare to the bewildered Taichua Goddess. Qin Qingluo, with her frame already taller than most men, possessed a unique appeal that was hard to compare to others.
That being said, he couldn't help but wonder how the female Prince and Princess would face one another once they awoke.
