"Hm... why is it so big?" Nianxue wondered, sitting on the huge bed in the master bedroom of the purple palace.
Her fingers ran through the spiritual silk fabric covering the soft mattress.
It was large enough to accommodate all the girls in the temple, with delicate pink silk curtains falling from the ceiling onto the bed, surrounding it on all sides.
This, of course, was not just an ordinary bed.
It was a dual cultivation artifact that Qingyi used to cultivate with all his wives at the same time.
Despite its main use, normally, they all always slept together with him there.
But this time was different. Nianxue was alone, looking at the rich decorations of that room as she waited patiently.
Suddenly, her eyes rose, focusing on the doors of the room, her sharp senses noticing something.
Qingyi had returned to the world of the mind.
She brought her hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat rapidly as she remembered the conversation with the master's wives during his absence.
